He finished his coffee and decided to leave the house. Before taking his coat from the rack, he looked toward the top of the stairs, as if expecting Aslan to notice that he was about to go.
'He trusted me enough to leave me alone in his house. He really is a strange man…'
He had forgotten to ask him many things, like why he hadn't shown up or visited Jeanne and Ellegaard in the past few days. He still didn't know exactly what this old man was to those two girls, but he had heard several things during the trip that gave him a rough idea.
'But I guess that's just how he is. He talks about men, about trust, and about the place you can belong to. Then you see him talking to horses or staring at the sky in silence. Really, with age comes experience.'
He opened the door and finally stepped outside. Once again, he was met with crowded streets, the voices of vendors echoing among people moving back and forth.
