“I don’t know. What about what you did during your cultural training,” she suggested.
Silima gave it some thought, “How about where did you go? Who did you meet? What did you learn?”
“You know I stayed with Alexa and Bjorn, don’t you,” I asked.
“Yes, I’d heard that,” she replied plunging her shovel blade into the soft earth. “I was happy your father was able to arrange for her to be your teacher. You girls have always been so close.”
“Yeah, it was fun spending time with her,” I said turning a blade full of dirt over. “She taught me how to drive a car or rather Bjorn did.”
“Oh, how did that go?” she asked.
“Well, there aren’t any dents in his car and we are still friends,” we both laughed. “The hardest part was trying to predict where the people around you were going. They’d signal one direction and turn the opposite way; or pull out in front of you when there wasn’t room. That became annoying.”
“It does seem many humans are only out for themselves, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“How is it going here?” Arandur asked walking towards us.
“No need for your services, I’m not singing,” Silima chuckled.
They continued bantering, but my attention had been pulled away. I stood up, scanning the garden.
“What is the matter?” Silima asked.