IF I COULD MEET HIM

NICHOLAS:

There is nothing I think of going in there with except the flowered dish that was used on my behalf last evening. During our past eat-together with her family, Mr. John do come over with a bottle of wine and Theresa, with plates of her little baking experiments. It is my family's turn to go over for a meal, though I am the only representative, poorly, there is nothing to go with. I'd have a bottle of ketchup which doesn't make sense to go in with. I have nothing, so I will just go. I hope Mrs. Grater wouldn't mind.

I do not know Mrs. Grater's exact time for breakfast. I should have asked. I do not want to be too early or late either. Gosh! It feels like a date.

'it is just a meal', I keep telling myself. It will only be the old Grater and perhaps the person that drove that mighty car, who probably isn't far from Grater's age. The self-reminder isn't working, as I found myself nervously inclined.

At seven, I went in for a shower. If after a cold shower, I still feel same, I w