By the noise that led from the rustic kitchen, she knew she was her oldest daughter at home. Which was odd, because from her graduation, which was two weeks ago, she was always running somewhere, without revealing to her mother exactly where she was going. I mean, with whom, because where he is, she always told her mother. She was a good girl, just what is true.
But she always said she was going with friends or friends-but her mother thought something else. And according to the male voice she had heard from the bout of the house, and the giggling of her daughter, she understood that her daughter's happiness was to be seen. She was delighted, of course. Although her daughter had to go to university in three months and should think about learning, she wished her daughter, especially if she was happy with him.