Remembrance

He noticed how I ran my fingers over each book, though he did not make his thoughts known. Everything he did I would question, and not once had I given up without a word from him. How come then that he failed to find interest in my  actions? Had I no power over his mind, was my conduct childlike? Was he that unmindful whenever I did something that I thought would catch his eye, moreover if I did it on purpose?

'You shall never ask, I guess.'

'What about?', he said daringly.