There we sat , his little chest pressed to mine , his head fitting so perfectly in the space between my chin and shoulder , and I reveling in the scent of his baby shampoo . I stroked his head , his cheek , his shoulder , basically any bare skin that I could get my hands on . Every so often , he 'd lean back from our cuddle to smile at me or give me a kiss on my mouth . We laughed some , we talked some , but mostly we just sat in the silence .

A: What was I so amazed by in this post ?

... was a very long day , and a good test of my regained health . Out betimes and took the bus to Weston with my houseguest ; we honoured with our presence the Weston Quilt Show - hot and crowded . We voted for our favourite quilts , made some contacts , then scoured the fabric shops and charity shops and fell into the cinema and watched Mamma Mia for the second time in my case and the first in hers . We both came out of it raving with enthusiasm .

A: What seems to have really made the narrator 's day ?

Jawed phoned me last week , saying he is coming back soon . I was worried before then , because I had n't heard from him in awhile . He asked me why I had n't called him or emailed him , which was a good question . It was probably because I was waiting for him to call or email me .

A: Why did the narrator get a phone call last week ?

They had similar physical features : the same green eyes and the same raven colored hair . They had similar quirks : their facial expressions and other such mannerisms . But Michael was well - mannered . Michael had a formal side .

A:
Why may Michael be so well - mannered ?