The man was reading a book. A black cat lay on his lap, purring and soothing his wounded soul. He thought about his life. He had once been a 17-year-old boy, had a girlfriend, planned to graduate from university and become a writer, build a house, have a beloved wife and children. His only comfort was his cat. Suddenly Gummy heard the sound of a bell.

He was only a few steps from the door. With pain and effort. He struggled out of his wheelchair and opened the door a few minutes later. Then he sat back down. The man looked at the 0needed a housekeeper or something like that for a long time. To clean, to look after the flowers and the cat, to cook, to go to the shops or to fetch medicine. It was hard for him to manage on his own. He looked at the woman again. He stepped back a little to let her enter.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Good day, you were expected."