Figured it out yet?

When I got there just at the end of lunch he was in the dining room, scraping and scraping away at his tiny dessert bowl. The menu said cheesecake but it looked to me like he, being on a mush diet, got jelly.

Anyway I guess it was good because he didn’t want to give it up.

“So,” he said, “Have you figured it out yet?”

“What?” I asked carefully, keeping an eye on the clock

I had an important meeting in 20 minutes and I didn’t want to trigger any reactions the staff would have to deal with when I scurried off.

“Where we are going to stay together,” he explained as if we had been working on this problem for months. “You’ll get it, I know you will sometime.”