Marianne’s heart skips when she hears the ringtone that is coming from her phone, she knows that it is Francois. She hesitantly answered her phone.
“Hello…” she made a grimace thinking about how she had slapped him earlier. &ldquo
“Your being back seems to have brought merriment in the place. Look at all the fowls, they seem happily flying around and some are floating on the lake. The different types of ducks with their sorts of shades brought more colour to the place. Some of the deers have even come out, it’s like they are here to welcome the return of their master. Your presence seems to have brought happiness here,” said Marianne while smilingly looking at Francois.
“Tell him that his mere presence is defiling the peacefulness and happiness here. The birds are even fleeing because of him. Take him out of here!” hissed Marianne, shouting at one of the security guards. Joanna was telling Francois w
“You are the cousin of Kenny Jones. Steven Cole must have wanted to talk to you about what Kenny was like and what Kenny wanted. Although Peter Bennett won the judge ruling with his proven documents, you cannot deny that Steven was like a brother to Kenny. He would know more about Kenny and what he wanted than whatever Peter says,” said Francois to Marianne.
“Isn’t it today the funeral of Dr Kenny Jones? I forgot to shop for a black dress. It has been on my mind but I’ve got sidetracked. Could I borrow a black outfit, Marianne. Pretty please,” said Annie with a pleading look.&
“Hello, is this not Francois’ mobile?” asked Marianne, frowning. She had called Francois but instead of him, a woman had answered it. “Yes, but he is busy r
“Hello, Mrs Davidson. I’m glad to hear from you. Please call me Steven, and may I call you, Marianne… if that’s okay?” said Steven with a very friendly tone.Marianne clenches her teeth, she knows very well that Steven is
“Honey, how was the rest of your day? I’ve not seen you since this morning,” said Marianne. She had been expecting to talk to him at lunch time. She was a bit surprised when the maid had told them that the men had gone out for their lunch. She wheels herself to her usual place which is the space next to Francois.
“Oh…! Oh my God…!!” muttered Marianne. “I look exactly like my grandfather…! Kenny Jones, you are like the spitting image of your grandfather!”