The usual evening... I go to the kitchen, where my mother closes the cucumbers, and my sister, at the kitchen table, sits and paws (found a hobby at the age of 19). Her mother talks about her grandchildren. As a result, the sister can’t stand and this conversation occurs:
When I was 13 years old, a chiromant reminded me that I would have twins when I was 22.
Well and?
What is "no and"? You see, I sit and wait.

The truth is sitting and waiting.