Connie left, and one left without saying goodbye. Just like the last time, I didn't know about her return until she left for several days. But last time I knew she would come back, this time it was not necessarily.

On the afternoon following her departure, she sent me several messages saying that she had arrived and sent me some pictures. It was a manor, a standard European-style building, with gardens, and flowers everywhere. It was beautiful.

I asked if it was her home. She said yes, and gave me a chance to go to France. I said I would definitely go there if I had a chance.

After chatting...