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Al felt his ears getting redder with every word. Did she have to bring it up? Haven't I embarassed myself enough already without her talking about it, even if she's doing it nicely? Al avoided Elin's eyes and stared at his feet.
The words of comfort didn't make Al feel much better either. Elin's soft voice faded. The silence was unnatural, as if a creek had ceased it's flow. Al looked up. She seemed to be in as much confusion as he. Her thoughtful gaze went around the room. Al was overwhelmed by the aura of unconquered sorrow that radiated from the woman. He knew he should say something, to break the silence, if not to show some manners, but for the first time in his life Al could not say anything. He gaped at the woman, utterly speechless.
Finally, telling himself to stop his nonesense, he cleared his throat and pointing to a chair next to him said, "Maybe you should sit down, Mistress Elin?"
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