Elina wanted to see Neel that day.
Ok, yes - one last time, if you insist. That famously infamous “one last time” – times, when that man up there, if at all, rolls his one last turn of the dice. And then, just with that single roll, the game can even change! True, even if it is just the day before.
It was the day before, just the day before. She was asking him to come.
Neel thought over it again, and yet again.
- I understand you want to meet me, Eline, but can we not make it sometime sooner?
- No Neel. I want to see you that very day.
Eline had said in a very cold, confident tone, punctuating after every single word of the sentence, as if to put in it a word of finality as she spoke. Neel could hear her silent smile in the way she breathed out the words. He was uncomfortable; she knew he would be uncomfortable.
