Fictitious Situations - XIV
In a sunny Sunday morning, Henry remembered that his telephone wasn't inside his pocket. And this same thought had been in his mind for seven days uninterrupted. He's in seventies and it's a bless to have everything on its own place for years, but he was's worried about how his telephone just disappeared suddenly. He's used to look at the clock on his telephone at 7:10 a.m. and go to the kitchen to lay the table while his wife is about fall asleep again, waiting for the breakfast. On the seventh day, he asked for his wife, "my telephone has disappeared my dear. Did you hid it?". She laughed, pointing her finger to the black chair while fixing her eyes at him. "Seven days ago, your pocket called to the police several times", she replied. "I see... I'll make some toasts with butter", said Henry calmly with any suprise, any finding. "Being old", concluded his wife, "is about to teach, to solve, to keep and also to improve calmly Henry. Now, go right away snag your telephone, I'll care of the toasts."