And the sofa set? They were supposed to be delivered after five. At seven, we called the store to find out when they would actually arrive – the store closes at eight – and we were told they would arrive within the hour.
They were finally delivered. At 9:00 pm.
I was already in bed and hardly decent. Brushed my teeth, washed my faces, the whole shebang. Fahim was in the bathroom removing his contacts. The door bell rings. I hurriedly put my robe on and find my glasses – Fahim has one eye in, one out and can’t answer the door. I open the door, the guys say "sofa", and I tell them Fahim will be down in a moment. Okay, in North America, me answering the door in a robe is not that big a deal that late at night – I was covered and all – but this is Sri Lanka, and people here are much more uptight about perceived modesty. I figured they might freak out or be all uncomfortable or something like that if I answered the door, so I didn’t. And I hid in the bedroom until they were gone.
But once they were gone, Fahim and I sat on the couch for about one minute – my idea – and got bit by about a half dozen mossies, so we gave up and went to bed. Or at least, I did. Fahim continued with his whole bed time routine. Contacts. Teeth. Change into sarong.
Have I mentioned that Fahim sleeps in a sarong? Fahim sleeps in a sarong.
And I finished reading The Sword of Chaos and started reading Free Amazons of Darkover.
