And still , Ruta thought , staring out with blind eyes at the silent road , after all the danger " Stephen Seeker " had already gone through for her sake , she was not sure if she was willing to burden him with even more . * * * * * The next morning was rainy and grey water splashed around Stephen Seeker 's boots as he opened Ruta 's garden gate . The white roses near the wall had lost most of their last petals ; the bushes needed to be clipped , and he felt his lips twist in a grimace when he remembered that the woman who would normally have done so with ease was now unable to manage even the small garden tasks that had been her joy .

A: Why is Ruta grateful to Stephen ?

Just tell me what I can eat . So here we are again . We are at the day where a coach that I hardly know decides the volleyball fate of my dear Giggles . She said that the coach is posting the list at 11 AM .

A: What type of list are they waiting on to be posted ?

So I made the choice of cutting this short and maybe have her pay for my education when I get out to see how much she likes that . Nah , I can not do that to her nor myself . I think I am done flying out fragments from my miniature explosion that woke me up . First post and more to come .

A: Why is the narrator so dependent and kind to the female subject ?

That music escaping his lips . Thank God ... And then he was quiet next to me . I knew why . And I waited for him to speak , wondering if the frustration I held earlier would erupt soon .

A:
What do I feel toward the man next to me in the scenario ?