Let me tell you about certainty. One day I asked Glory when we would go home with the shaleys because I wanted to sleep. "In fifteen minutes" said Glory. After fifteen minutes nothing changed, I got up and went home. On foot, on the highway. Glory was looking for me in the city.
Or even about certainty. Once in the dawn of the relationship, Glory did not know that I was emotional, but extremely wise (yes-yes), and my cotton door to the bathroom during a quarrel was perceived as a suicide attempt. There was a terrible voice behind the door: “Open the door, or at number three I’ll break it!” I whirled, and at the cost of three beating the door was broken out under the accompaniment of my hanging jaw.
Everything is great with certainty.)