Sunday

The telephone rang.

She hopped and skipped and jumped towards it.

There was no mobile connectivity here.

“What is your favourite colour?”

“What if I hadn’t picked up the phone?”

“I would have hung up.”

“Smart.”

“What is your favourite colour?”

“Red. Blue. Sometimes white.”

“Three. Uff.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just.”

“Colour therapy you want to try?”

“No. I want to get to you know better.”

Wednesday

The doorbell rang.

There was a parcel for her.

She looked at the orange wrapping-paper as she peeled it, layer by layer.

She called him up.

He answered on the third ring.

Nervous.

“I told you my favourite colours.”

“I know.”

“Why this then?”

“I thought it will look nice.”

“It’s not me!”

“Give it a chance. Like you are giving me.”