I rode the car with my maternal uncle whom I haven't seen for ages. He looked as young as he did the last time I saw him. The street was empty although we were in the city center. I asked myself if it was appropriate to tell him I had intention to rent an apartment in the same neighborhood where he lived, but then I decided not to.
We arrived at his home and I did not see neither his wife nor his sons. There was only a nice-looking young woman whom he introduced as the maid. He talked in a serious way and asked her to bring the file.
I was a bit surprised that he lived with such a young woman alone in the house, and wondered if what they had went beyond what was supposed to be between a man and a maid. I guessed people and neighbors must be talking about them.
She brought the file and he showed me some papers and said he had plans to travel abroad either to France or Turkey, and he decided to choose the latter because it was cheaper. He wanted to know my opinion concerning the arrangements of the travel because as he said I had experience in traveling abroad. The paper had the number 2372. I did not know what this number stood for, but I guessed it might be the price he should pay.
I felt at a loss and did not know exactly what to say or how to help him.
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