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his chest like a proud father.
    â€œHe does look somewhat resentful at the request. He looks like a typical boy of that age and was desperate to be exploring and playing, I suspect!” I replied.
    â€œOh, quite the adventurer, I don’t think that there has ever been a child with as much energy as young James. Stories that have been told lead me to believe he was quite the handful!” George remarked.
    â€œWell, handful or not – and resentful or not – he still does have a slight angelic look about him, I think,” I smiled at the portrait just as the clock chimed four. “Goodness, George, I’ve already taken up two hours of your time, and I haven’t even asked anything about you!” I said, feeling slightly bad at the fact that I had been so engrossed in the story that he had started telling.
    â€œIt has been quite the trip down memory lane!” he replied in a light-hearted manner. He paused briefly and then, just as I was about to ask him if I could call on him again, he did the asking for me: “I have found your company a refreshing change, Katharina. Maybe you would like to visit again soon?” he asked.
    â€œI would like that very much George, if you have no reservations about me continuing with your story?” I replied, as we started to walk back toward the day room.
    â€œMaybe Friday?” he then enquired.
    â€œYes, I can fit an appointment in on Friday; I would like that!” I nodded, knowing that my schedule for the rest of the week was pretty free. I had planned on being in the office.
    â€œMaybe rather than just an appointment, you could stay for dinner? I still have some skills – cooking being one of them!” he suggested. I smiled.
    â€œAlright, it’s a date!” I happily replied. “Friday at what time?” I enquired.
    â€œLet’s say four, then you can ask me any more questions before dinner,” he answered.
    I packed my belongings into my bag and George held my coat for me whilst I placed my arms into the sleeves, and then headed out of the door and down the stairs to my car. “Oh darn, I’ve left my keys on the table,” I called to George, as I sat my bag on the bonnet. He held up his hand.
    â€œNo problem, I will get them,” he replied as he turned to walk back indoors. I started to walk back toward the main door, and as I got nearer I could hear George talking. “You need to stop being so sceptical. How do you know she’s only been here once!” I moved nearer to the day room and listened closely. “Anyway, your company is getting a little tiresome at times. Just remember it’s not only you – I am stuck like this too!” he then said.
    I started to question his sanity again; schizophrenia sprang to mind. I coughed loud enough for him to hear and walked in. “Everything alright, George? I thought that I heard you talking!” I asked him. He turned quickly toward me.
    â€œKatharina! Yes, sorry, I’m just mad at myself. Forgot for a second what I came for – think it’s an age thing! Ah! Here we are!” he then said as he grabbed the keys and came and placed them in my hand.
    â€œThank you. I just came to give you a business card. Should you need to change our appointment, my number is on there,” I informed him.
    â€œLovely!” He nodded as he accepted it from me.
    â€œSo Friday at four then!” I confirmed as I skipped back down the stairs.
    â€œIndeed!” he replied. “Lovely to meet you!” he called.
    â€œLikewise!” I shouted back as I hopped into the car and started the engine.
    I could see him waving in my rear view mirror, so I wound my window down and extended a waving arm out of it. “Well that was interesting!” I commented to myself. I drove back to the office thinking about what he had told me. It certainly sounded like the truth and I had to confess that I was looking forward to seeing