small poems & small plates
( H. cont.)All this supposing was making him hungryand besides, the fruit vendor was way overdueWhere shall I dine this afternoon, he wondered,and in what order shall I order my meal?For it had been so long since he lingeredenjoying a meal as in the old times with friendsHe was hellbent on solving the problems of others, and neglecting the luxury of fun"I shall call my aunt who used to visit us,"he exclaimed to the benchpost. Why hadn't shearrived at the usual hour? Where had she goneinstead of the company of he and his daughter?