Apologize
"Boy, you sound like a snake," he says, chuckling. He then
notices the blood on you. Concern enters his eyes. "Are you
hurt, boy?"
"A little, sir. I'm cold, too," you say, hoping he will
take the hint.
"Of course, of course. Come in, come in."
He brings you into his home. You look around and see books
everywhere. You smell the air in the house. The books smell old and
musty. But that's not all you smell. Your stomach gurgles.
The old man laughs. "Ha ha ha. You sure have a good nose on
you, boy, being able to smell my Tanalin stew all he way down in the
basement."
You look at him and say, "You're cooking? I thought you said you
were sleeping!?"
"I was, but it takes the stew twenty-four hours to cook,"
the old man responds. "You look tired, boy. Follow me."
He walks through a doorway.
What do you do?
"S..s..sorry, s..sir," you say.
