06-14-2014, 01:40 AM
After their first little exchange, the ride was pretty quiet. It didn’t bother her. Perhaps she should have felt uncomfortable, being with a virtual stranger that could carry her off to who knew where, but she wasn’t. When Ivan spoke up again, describing the time spent with his family by the river, Zoya turned her face to look at him. Apparently, they had a bit in common.
“As often as I can manage,”
she began to answer his question and turned to look back out the window. “If I’m not swimming at the pool I’m out there running. There is something about the river… I don’t know. I guess it reminds me of home. I’m from Bronnitsy, and my family used to spend a lot of time at the river. I would go back, but I think I can help more from here.”
Now what had prompted her to say all that?
“As often as I can manage,”
she began to answer his question and turned to look back out the window. “If I’m not swimming at the pool I’m out there running. There is something about the river… I don’t know. I guess it reminds me of home. I’m from Bronnitsy, and my family used to spend a lot of time at the river. I would go back, but I think I can help more from here.”
Now what had prompted her to say all that?