Guiding Moonface through the pathways and into the house turned out to be a tiresome endeavor. The endless nagging of her complaints on everything—from the government deficiencies on services for not doing its work of unclogging the city sewers to the rats’ uncontrolled s****l appetite to reproduce—irritated me a lot. She was sluggish but I learned to forgive her for that because she was carrying her obesity. The flashlight I pointed to her feet to help her in her steps gave me an interesting discovery. I came to realize she was not really obese. As evinced by the swelling of her feet, I assumed her whole body was swollen too.
When we were inside the house the bright light reveal her wholeness in front of me. I came to finally looked at her without the cover of obscurity of her blurry ten
