“No-please don’t! I just need time to think.”
His hand rose in silent surrender, an apologetic smile gracing his lips. “Alright, I won’t. Care to tell me what’s bothering you?”
“There is no longer a puddle there.” Alexandra pointed to the concrete beside the bench in which she was sitting. “I sat down and there was a puddle, and now there is no puddle. Tell me why there is no puddle there.”












