He was shorter than she was , by some four or five inches. He had on a dark suit and a tie. Against his white shirt the tie stood out distinctly , it's brownish - yellow colouring not unlike withered leaves. He made a very clean impression, his clothes perfectly pressed, his white hair smoothed down: he look as the he were about to go out for the night to some sort of gathering. Daddy finger that creased his brow made a think of ravines in an aerial photograph.
' your dinner sir, ' she said in a husky voice, then quietly cleared her throat again . Her voice give you husky whenever she was tense.
'Dinner?'
'Yes sir. The manager talk sick suddenly I had to take his place today . Your meal sir.'
' Oh ,I see,' the old man said almost as if talking to himself his hand is still perched on the door knob. 'Took sick, eh? You don't say.'
' His stomach started to heart him all of a sudden. He went to the hospital. He things he might have appendicitis.'
' Oh , that's not good,' the old man said, running his finger along the wrinkles of his forehead.