I studied my hands. One of my tumbs was scratching on the nail of the other forefinger.
-What do you want to do, now?
I watched up. On the table. It was a pot of water there. And a coffepot. Two glasses and two cups. I watched over to the wall, and a picture of a landscape.
-Well, I said. -Sometimes I think I need to make a choice. Between either one way or the other. Or maybe I might make the best out of both. I don`t know.
-No, he said.
We got silent. Both of us watched out in the air. It wasn`t much more to say. For so long.