![]() Jacques cleared his throat and Mira realised he was waiting for a reply. Lately, he made sure she paid in increasingly despicable ways. ![]() She’d been driving the night of the crash and Jacques, just like the hyenas in the wild, smelled her guilt and played on it each opportunity he got. ![]() Although, recently she’d noticed that he was able to lift himself occasionally from the chair. It had all started shortly after the car accident when he had lost the use of his legs. Mira sighed she’d grown sick and tired of his games. "Come on, the suspense is killing me!" he said. Mira leaned down and placing each hand on the wheel-chair’s armrests, replied, "You can ask all you like, you know, I won’t tell you." Jacques turned his wheel-chair around to face her an expression of excitement on his face as he asked, a little breathlessly. Her footsteps echoed on the hard wood floors as she headed for the front room of the house. She’d learned a long time ago not to argue with Jacques. Just then she heard her husband yell from the lounge, "Hey, come here, and make it snappy!"Īnd, as always, Mira obeyed. ![]() Everything was in its place for the evening she had so carefully planned. She smiled as her gaze settled on her husband’s birthday surprise. Opening the dressing-table drawer, she hid the present under the items of clothing. It looked beautiful in the brightly coloured paper with the blue ribbon and perfectly tied bow. Mira studied the gift she had just wrapped. ![]()
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