I had just finished making my sandwich as Gary walked into the kitchen, he seemed anxious to see me, as if he wasn’t sure what to say.

"Hi," I said trying to be polite.

Gary can be like Dad in many ways, if I started negative it would only end in a row, so I tried to stay calm and polite.

"Hi?" he replied, slightly returning; he walked over to the refrigerator suspicious of me.

"How's the study?" I asked to hope that my bad technique would dispel his suspicion.

"Good," he replied as he took a fresh bag of blood from the refrigerator, he wasn't fooled by my questions...