She was angry with him. The more she looked at him, the angrier she became. And her father must have realized it, too, because he smiled at her uneasi...ly and took a step back. ‘I’ve been so worried about you,’ her father began, in a quiet, cautious voice. ‘Oh, I’m so sure,’ Cypress said sardonically, rolling her eyes. ‘You were so worried about me…so how does that explain you never telling me that mom was a genie!?’ Her father winced. ‘Cypress, sweetheart, it’s…well…to be honest…’ her father. Somewhere along the way, his little sister (seven-ish) had come outside and joined us, and she played the rescue woman. I was the action hero the first time, and I would battle my way through the front yard, to find her in the creek in my backyard trapped in an imaginary cage. I would kick in the door, pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to a secluded area in the creek where, if someone was looking, would not be able to see from the house.She would say the, "You're my. Zelfheeft hij ook koffie genomen en een croisantje.Ik eet langzaam de croisantjes op en daarna drink ik mijn koffie op. Alsde koffie op is, bestelt hij nog een koffie.Dan vraagt hij verder. 'Je spreekt helemaal geen frans?''Ik heb wel op school frans geleerd. En ik kan het ook wel een beetje,maar het kwam nu een beetje onverwachts.''Zal ik in het frans verder gaan. Dan leer je zo ook nog een beetje.''Ja, dat is goed.'Hij praat over nog wat algemene dingen, over Brussel en over Belgi?.Maar na de. There was silence. ‘Are you honestly telling me that you have never thought about other women?’ Maria asked. ‘Well, maybe a few times, you know.’ David said. At this point he was feeling very uncomfortable. He wanted to change the conversation but he knew Maria would persist. ‘Tell me’ Maria said ‘I do not want to talk about it.’ said David, ‘Look, you are my wife and I will be faithful to you. The temptations in our mind are a product of God’s creation – if you don’t like it, speak to him, not.