Echoes From My Country Home

At one point, he noticed with desperation that the man was already fondling her nipples as she drew nearer him, bending toward the empty part of the table and allowing him inundated entry into her bosoms. It was more than he was ready to tolerate indeed. He jumped up from the seat and left the hall in a very quick pace, abandoning more than half of the dish left at his mercy. Whether she saw him or not was nothing of his business for now. He was sure of the man behind his woes and injured pride and must put a call across immediately. “Whatever the result will be, let it be,” he assured himself as he paced further. He was even more infuriated as the taxi dropped him off at the gate of his house that night. Scarcely waiting for a moment further, he dialed her number and stamped his feet furiously as he heard the phone ringing. “Hello, Jo,” she snapped without waiting a bit. “I have completely sensed your investigative endeavor and have never been bothered one bit about it. For your information and proper notice, that man you saw with me a couple of minutes ago just fi xed a round golden object in my fi nger. He will lead me to the altar on April twenty-fourth,” she continued. “Please, don’t be foolhardy about this. Stay clear of my happiness. Once more, be yourself and keep searching for your missing rib. You certainly must find her. Be assured of my support and prayers,” she concluded as she cut the communication