What had happened? With slight pressure of her hands, she forced my thighs apart. She’s been looking at you as though she could barely stop herself from tearing your clothes off right here, and the way she looked at me…”
“How did she look at you?”
“The daggers shooting out of her eyes were a metre long.” Mila laughed again. “How does that make a difference?” Our waitress came to the table and Mila asked for the bill. I especially hated the bedpan, and kept apologising to the nurses for having to use it. “Juliana, you’re a lot more important than you think. My car was almost new, and the insurance payment was enough for me to be able to afford to replace it, but I simply could not. Are you more comfortable now?”
I was, actually. “But why, Mila? “Juliana…”
“Yes?”
“I’ll help you get better. She all but accused me of trying to get myself killed in exactly the same fashion my father had done, just to hurt her. “Juliana, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said. So, I was told, I was “lucky”, only I did not feel lucky. “Where?”
“Right here at home,” she said. Once the casts were off and I – albeit with the aid of two crutches – was able to make my way around the flat, I asked her to no longer keep her life
