Chapter sixteen
Chapter sixteen I skipped breakfast that morning. Mrs Mc Millian wasn’t there, it was her day off, and I was relieved. My lack of appetite would seem strange in a young, freshly engaged young woman. I climbed the stairs, like dozens of other mornings, and in the same manner, with the same naturalness, I knocked and entered the office. Sebastian was sitting in the wheelchair at his usual place, and I almost lost my temper. Actually, I did. “Still this charade? Do you enjoy it so much?” “I really am paralyzed, Melisande,” he said calmly but firmly. I grabbed the manuscript on the desk. That morning I had to send it to the publishing house. That day was the deadline for its delivery. With the sheets under my left arm, I used my right hand to find a box of matches in the cabinet drawer ne
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