Garry got out of bed. It was 8:30, and he leaped out of bed. He went to the basement, and checked to make sure Ib's handkerchief was clean. He pulled it out of the wash, and checked it. Everything was in order. He chuckled to himself, thinking of how silly it was to waste an entire wash for a handkerchief. But, it wasn't the average handkerchief, so he didn't care. He realized he should probably have a plan on what to do and where to meet Ib, and he decided on meeting her at the café with the macaroons for lunch. This decided, he started gathering up his jacket and his wallet. He delicately folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and picked up his cell phone. "Better call now, she's probably awake right now," he thought. He pulled up her number and went to his room to sit on his bed. This could take a while. He clicked call, and waited for her to pick up. He heard the sound of someone's TV, so he figured it got picked up. "Hello, Ib, is that you? I hope this is the right number," he said. "Yes, it is!" she responded, sounding very excited to hear him. "So I cleaned the handkerchief, and I wanted to return it to you. Do you think your parents would be okay if we went to the café I told you about, the one with the macaroons?" "Hm…let me ask!" Ib said. Garry heard no nervousness in her voice, as if she new she was going to be able to go. He waited, and heard something that sounded like classical music. He heard some mutterings, and then heard Ib respond. "Yeah! They said I could, although I knew they would. They're never strict." "Great," Garry replied, "I'll see you there around noon. Bye Ib!" Garry, grinning, looked at the clock. It was about 11 o'clock. He new the café was only twenty minutes away, so he decided it was about time to get going. He made sure he had everything he needed, started to leave, and glanced to his right. He thought he heard a small girl laughing, but decided it was only his imagination.