The man sat at the window side table and watched for the birds. Down the hillside, the lake lay placidly. The geese had not returned yet. He heard the woman enter the drawing-room. She did some chores with the cutlery. He could tell that from the clatter.
"Did he forget anything", the man asked without turning his eyes from the lake.
"No", the woman answered.
"The last time he forgot the charger of his cell phone", he continued.
"He took it with him this time", said the woman.
"The year before it was his winter coat."
"Yes, it was cold the night he arrived", she said without interrupting her clattering, "but then it got warm the next day, and when he left, all the snow had melted."
"Yes, I remember. But he took the coat the next time he came", said the old man. "The geese have not returned, yet."
"They will", she said, "they always did."
"What do you think of that girl?" he asked.
"I think she is nice", she said, "what about you?"
"I liked that picture he showed us", he replied.
"The one where they kissed at sunset?"
"No", he answered, "the one where she cuddles that dog. I liked the dog. It reminded me of the one I had when I was a kid. He was a good dog."
"Do you think he will move in with her?", she wanted to know.
"He said so", the old man replied.
"But the city is awfully far away." He shrugged. There was silence, except for the clattering.
"Did you clean his room?" the man asked.
"Yes, I changed the bed sheeting and vacuumed."
"And did he forget anything there?"
"No", she answered, "he took it all with him."
"Once he forgot his toothbrush."
"I checked the bathroom. He took it all with him."
The old man sighed. "I cannot remember any year in which the geese were so late", he said.
Later the man lay in bed next to the woman. He heard her breathing. He did not dare to sleep, yet, so he thought about the geese. He still wondered why they were so late. Then, all of a sudden, he was sure that it was no coincidence. He did it on purpose not to forget anything this time.