Bujrum

Elma smiled, her eyes crinkling. She didn't let him finish the apology for dropping by unexpectedly. She waved her hand inward, a gesture that encompassed not just the cool room, but her entire home.

She pulled out a chair. He sat. She poured coffee. Bujrum again as she set the cup down. Help yourself. Bujrum

Elma heard footsteps on the gravel path. She knew the rhythm: hurried, yet trying to be polite. Elma smiled, her eyes crinkling

", Marko!" she said, her voice warm and firm. "Come in, you are home." yet trying to be polite. "