The car started to break down the slopes. Beyond this slope will to the town, the more minutes until chips. She took to make the steering wheel, somewhat faked. The two sides came out two rows of yellow flowers that her long run it is not clear what the flower. The bold and bright yellow but did not make her feel muggy, uncomfortable. "Strange, why at this time when the hills do not see these flowers?". Mumbled, her eyes still looking for two rows of flowers. Suddenly, it rained. Fatigue sky, the clouds are languid glances, pulling together the loose eel, then seeding droplets, small cold sore whipped her in the face. Paddy intermittent wind, blowing from bottom finish stormed up the hill, making the rain whipped themselves more.

Rain bigger and bigger, she was forced to stop the car in front of a small house on the street. The house roofing sheets, wall stops and leaves, ground. Also appertaining few small houses and shanty also like where she was stopped. "Perhaps a neighbor," she said to myself.

Driving car into the porch of the house creaking, her backpack fatigue set down long before the bamboo chair and slowly sat down. Side chair is a cup of tea and plain tobacco packs. Played a mad tea pot of gold, but still hot, pack the old look spurious, software corruption. She thought maybe homeowners are tea addicts but little smoke! Her tired traveler. Bleary eyes staring at the glistening raindrops pouring down in front porch. From the inside, a middle-aged man stepped out, she estimated more than a few decades old, she guessed. The man somewhat surprised by strangers, recognize faces, she quickly stood up and nodded at him, as if to ask for the shelter thanks. He smiled faintly.

"You going? '.

Somewhat surprised by the attitude of his nature, she was silent for a moment, then replied, his voice gentle:

"Yes, I was here two days before travel, a rented room in the lower town, today suddenly wanted perched on the hill, is to return it to rain."

"Well, the same".

Man talk before, but it proved not seem to care too much, after a short conversation, the silence of the spill. She felt suffocated. The man did not say anything else, a person without emotion - at least in her mind. Outside, the rain was great.

"Well, suddenly forgot, invited her to tea."

She was stretched round eyes, the sky was pouring all the tea in a hurry, as his expressed negligence, forgot to invite guests. She welcomed cup of tea from his hand and hit that finishes natural, very warm! Both still look wet, do not say a word.

Moments later, a small boy than she was about three years old chips, soaked the naughty, ran straight into the house as ghosts being chased. As an acquaintance met, he picked up a chair for him to sit down. He did not sit, just pointing towards teapot, inarticulate mouth curtly:

"Tea".

Voices around around, too hard to hear. She felt a little uncomfortable. Toys impolite. Yet men still pouring tea calmly give him, not showing the slightest discomfort. Picking tea cup from his hand, he sat down to agree. Drink a sip of tea, too hot, he's quite a bit in his mouth, hand to mouth fan support fan heater. She laughed, avail him do not you?

From the first time she noticed him. What seems strange. His face gander, though not so much ugly eyes with his gaze lies neglected never envisaged any object, any ambiguity, vague. The bewildered that makes her hard to understand. His voice was trembling as choking, very hard to hear. His shoulders trembled often very quietly (she had carefully noted and found things). He wore the shirt was stained and discolored mess, a few tears, sweat and sour toilet rises.

"Mr. Six this meal, my son caught a mouse."

Until this moment, when I heard him call him Friday, she said the vocative with him. A couple of times she saw wool men's eyes his glance, seem inquisitive. She did not dare to look straight at him, but at least tacitly aware of his every movement. The man calmly trying to be happy in front of him:

"Oh, catch a mouse, right? It is too good. "

"A little child take over the grilled food with him hear."

"Yeah! His two grandchildren he grilled food. "

Oh, snapped hate rats! Think about midnight black rats running whirring, she has found creepy mind. Thickness measurement and dirty! That rats that ate you? She shrugged: "Those monsters removed." Outside, the rain was sweet, little, quick she walked out of the house as if to avoid the singularity that as quickly as possible, before a voice came out do not forget to thank, then climbed quickly launch vehicles.