Before she decides what to do, the dilemma showing on her face clearly, her phone rings. She picks it up and then goes pale. Both of us, Mike and me walk instantly towards her wondering what’s wrong.
"Holy shit.! "
"How is she now?" She says.
"No, no. What’s the last date? And we have already charged them?"
"I will do it. I will manage." What will she do? What will she manage? How will she manage whatever it is that she wants to manage?
That’s probably the question the person on the phone asks her as she says "No no, Mike will help me." She says and looks at Mike who nods without even knowing what does she needs help for.
That stings. I try to avoid the pain that rips my heart off thinking of the time I have behaved in a much worse way with her and try to concentrate on what’s goi
