Marven’s First Novel, chapter #07
One evening, a young woman wearing house clothes was sitting in the living room of her house and dialing the phone apparatus placed on a corner desk. She tried many times to get to the other side, staring blank as she waited, but to no avail. Then she gave up, stood up, and went before the mirror fastened on the wall. She tied a band to her hair at the back of her head as she looked at herself and arranged her head. After a few seconds, she saw from the reflection her mother coming that way who addressed her, saying: "Are you going somewhere?" "Yes." "Where? At this hour?" She mentioned a name. "I just want to talk to her. I just remembered I have something to say to her. I tried to call her, but no one's answering their phone." "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" "It can, actually." She did not wish to speak more. ...