When she looked at him he knew that there was something amiss.

"You are ok?"

She nodded. And again this half smile appeared on her lips. She started to rub her palms against each other. Than looked away, and after a split second again at him.

"They.., he called of the wedding…"

"Lavon?"

She still rubbed her palms against each other and started to chew on her bottom lip. She seemed not to have heard his question so he tried again.

"Did Lavon say why?"

"It was George."

And suddenly he felt naked. He averted his eyes. Turning to the other side of the bed he murmured "So, then hmm, I better should be going…..hmmm"

She didn't reply and he just nodded to himself "Right. Wade Kinsella. Your services are no longer needed…." He bowed down to get his underpants, quickly put them on and tried to remember, where he left the rest of his clothes.

Suddenly she heard him speaking. Again there was this half smile on her lips.

"Hey. What about something to eat? I have some old biscuits somewhere. They must be somewhere…" She took a couple of steps towards her dresser und rummaged in the first drawer. He just starred at her back.

"Right," he said.

She turned holding up a package of Oreos. He looked in her direction, but not in her eyes. Then it came back. They must be in the hallway. And an involuntary smile graced his lips. Then he shrugged, went past her in the hall and picked them up from the floor. He dressed quickly.

"Wade. What's wrong? You don't have to leave." She stood in the door and watched him shrugging on his jacket and the stuffing the cravat into his pocket.

His lips curved as if he would smile. He looked at her and actually in her eyes.

"Yes, I do."

He turned. His hand already on the door knob ready to open he said, "I wish we had had better timing. But - that's sounds strange coming from me," his voice made this weird sound in the back of his throat, "I, I really hope you are going to be happy with our Golden boy."

And then he stepped outside and closed the door gently. He stopped for a second on the veranda and then walked without any hurry to his house.

If he had been dramatic he would have thought that the weather would fit his mood but so he just thought sensibly, that he really had to get a new apartment