“Why was she not online?”

“Was she attacked on her way home?”

“Is she still crying?”

For those reasons, he defiled every pride in him and gave her a call, which she picked with a rush and greeted.

“Hello, Henry. It is good to hear from you.”

“Hello, Harriet. Why are you not online? I have been expecting you.”

“It is all right. I will come online now.”

“Wait. Why were you not online as usual?”

Now, Harriet was at a loss of the right response to give, so she maintained that she was going to log in, but Henry’s next question helped her out.

“Are you still crying because...