“Aliya’s fine,” I answered. “Yes, she is working hard. She wants to present her dissertation proposal before the semester ends in December. And what’s number two?”
“Ah,” Grandfather leaned down and picked up a large paper bag that he offered to me. “Your mother thought you might have rushed out without a proper breakfast. I now present to you a proper breakfast.”
My mother was correct. I had gulped some coffee, kissed Aliya goodbye, and run for the train. I took out a double-wrapped egg and cheese sandwich which was still warm and started eating. I was quite hungry.
“Good, then let us work as you nourish yourself,” grandfather said turning serious. “First, allow me to congratulate you on convincing Mr. Gold to come see us quickly. I would have been satisfied if he had come by tomorrow,
