 | I was tired and still felt a little ill, so that I agreed to meet the other family and they escorted me to the next building. The new family instructed me not to tell anyone where I stayed here.
She insisted that there should be an actual step, where the man proposes friendship to the woman, at a nice dinner or giving her a gift or flowers or going down on his knees. Cultural differences.
Once at the JFK I had six hours of stop over. That was plenty of time to think whether it was worth flying to Cancun or staying a few days in NY, waiting for the hurricane to pass. I called friends. |
