Because of project issues, I made an appointment with my instructor to meet at his home at noon.
By the time I arrived at his house carrying the fruit, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. I guessed that he had finished eating, so I started knocking on the door.
After a few knocks, the door opened, and a woman of about thirty years old stood there.
That might be my teacher's wife.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
