When I leave the cafeteria with Oliver I find Max's mother in the hall.  I'm surprised to see her here. "Mrs. Stuart," I called to her attention. "Nish," she approaches. "What are you doing around here?" I wanted to know, giving her a smile.  Oliver, like me, had remained silent. "I just came for some things about my son," she commented to me, wearing loose pants, low shoes and a long-sleeved shirt.  Her hair was tied up with a presser and she was wearing a more or less large bag.

 The next day the news had spread on the front page on TV, about the murder of Max Stuart, the people of the state were moved and at the same time angry at how a person had deprived the life of a boy who had a future ahead of him. We went down to the living room and turned on the TV. Davis, Jinni and Loren were detained by alleged perpetrators of the crime.  Max and I were holding hands on the sofa, I was nervous about what would happen to them, after all they were also colleagues of mine. “You think Davis did it?” He scratched his head. "I don't know, I feel very confused, but the same police will be in charge of investigating w