“I’m glad you do.” He says and then he takes my left hand in his and leads me to the blanket, and I sit. I stretch my tired legs, and he laughs again deeply, as he sits beside me.

“I’m guessing you must be tired right? Your feet are hurting right?” He asks and I nod. He stood up from his own sitting position before grabbing my leg, he pulled my feet and he massaged it slowly as if he wanted to ease the pain. He did that for a while before returning to his own seat. 

“I know that… Here I was thinking that I would be able to...