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I am pleased that you liked it so does," he muttered.

"Did it," I stressed, and finally looked at him quizzically. "And what about the necklace?" He ran briefly through his hair.

"Well ... Would you want to keep it for Changying? My mother discovered the other day and told me to resell. Changying is, after all, dead and will no longer carry and ... well ... "He shrugged. "Do not get me wrong, I love my mother, but sometimes lacks genuine compassion."

"This is really hard. After all, Changying's death was not so long ago, "I said and Shen nodded.

"Just. I do not know if I would not perhaps sell in a year or so but the chain, but now I do not want that. That's why I thought to myself that I ask you, "he said and smiled wryly. "No one would be surprised if he discovers a chain with a girl."

"Probably not," I agreed and closed the box again. "I can keep them happy. And if you at some point want to have back, just let me know. "

"Sure, I will." We devoted our coffee and talked further about everything. School, movies, music and of course about Changying. Shen had been at her grave today and showed me a photo of the orchids that he had brought her. They were beautiful and would definitely like Changying. I was regularly at her grave, on the last Sunday I was there happened to meet her mother and we had to talk. From her I had it also learned that the police still determined, and she had told me about a matter that I had not previously known: On the box in which the sleeping pills had been that Changying had taken, had no fingerprints of Changying found. Katja had decreased to tell me promise anyone about it, as this was one of the investigation and they did not want to jeopardize that, so I just fought with me. Shen was at least been Changying's friend, it interested him determined that there was actually a proof that Changying had not committed a suicide.

However, Katja I had made a promise. She had even told it to me because I was one of them to the family, she said I was like a second daughter to her. In the memory of the conversation with her a thick lump formed in my throat again. I could promise that I had given her, do not break, even though I would have gladly given Shen certainty that Changying really did not kill himself.

were finally two more from a coffee until we left the cafe and Shen drove me home. I sat in my room on my desk chair and looked again at the chain. I gently stroked the intricately crafted pendant with small red stones and briefly considered her sparkle in the light. Finally, I put the chain back into their simple box and put them next to my jewelry box in the closet in order to devote myself to my school supplies. The all-important Abiprüfungen moved closer to what we had now only tests and preparations were. However, most of my classmates were already exhausted and were quite beside him. We were all on the final test, then we could relax again.

A maunzen sounded and the next moment Vino sat on my lap. I smiled and gave him a scratch behind the ears, and he pranced purring on me around until he finally had a comfortable position and sat down. While I scratched him behind the ears, I counted him in Italian vocabulary, which he answered with further purr.

"Hmm, does that mean now that are right or what do you want me to say?" I grinned and Vino looked at me quizzically before he mewed softly. "Yes, you're right, all right. So ... What's next? Maths? Chemistry? German? "I chose chemistry and pulled my notebook up to me. Really motivated I was not, but I wanted my stuff still view again. "Do you know how pleased I am that the tests soon and I have everything behind me?" Vino purred what drew me a smile. It might be strange to talk to his cat, but I did it gladly. And yes Vino responded Whatever it. That he really understood me, I doubted, but he felt sure how I was doing. The day had learned when I of Changying's death, he had also been all the time with me. I remembered, as he snuggled up to me and later kept quiet when I had buried my face in his fur. His purring calmed down a little and Vino has since been particularly affectionate as he certainly wanted to go that I was fine.

Finally, I let go of my school stuff and went over on the arm to my bed with Vino. I made myself comfortable and Vino snuggled up on me that his head came to rest on my neck. His purring rocked me into a sleep, which turned out to be very restless and from which I was startled shortly after midnight. Sleepy I stood up, I remembered that I had not changed my clothes. I put my cell phone, and in the light of the display, I slipped out of my clothes and put on my pajamas. Vino was still sitting on my bed, watching me to snuggle up right back at me as I lay down again. He meowed softly, miserably, probably he complained that I had just gotten up. I gave him a kiss on the head.

"All good, we sleep, dear," murmured I tired and reached for my cell phone to exhibit it there, I saw that I had received a few messages. But I could also watch tomorrow. Vino meowed again and I muttered softly. "Yes, I know, I wake you, but now is time to sleep. And if you now continue rummaunzt, I throw you out. "Vino was my threat seem to care because he meowed again, but I was too tired to put it actually out the door. Therefore, only I pulled the blanket over us and closed his eyes. "Have also love you, you nut." Stated Fortunately Vino be maunzen now and began to purr, and soon I was back asleep again.

Only in the morning, just as I was getting ready for school, I noticed how unusual Vinos nocturnal behavior had been yet. He was cuddly and calm, usually he only meowed when he was hungry, and even then not always. On the night anyway, he had never been anything other than his gentle purr of himself. So before I left for school, I still looked after him again, since I made a little worried whether he might be sick. But he was alive and well, so I just gave him a farewell kiss on the head and made my way to school. On the way I looked at my messages. Apart from the news of my classmate and friend Britta there was nothing interesting, which I wanted to answer immediately. Britta worked with some of our classmates in our yearbook and asked if I had images of Changying. They wanted to make a separate page for them happy, but did not have many pictures of her where she was pictured alone. I told her that we could indeed speak the same at school about it.