"What did you say?" exclaimed Leonardo. "The woman you ran over on the street is no longer alive." Angela said flatly. "I didn't hit that girl; she was the one running past, so I hit her; it was an accident!" Angela sensed the seriousness in Leonardo's reactions; he hadn't expected Angela's news. She grumbled, adding, "Someone killed her. The man driving the black car killed her. " Leonardo couldn't believe the woman who had caused his blindness had died. "Are you telling the truth?" "Yeah, and whoever those people are... whatever their motivation for killing her was... they will pay the price; Carma is real, and they will suffer as the girl did." Leonardo stopped speaking. He reflected deeply. "I want my hot coffee," he said quietly. Angela went to the kitchen to prepare coffee for Leonardo. She was about to return to Leonardo's room when Leonardo's mother approached her. "Is that coffee for Leonardo?" Mrs. Vera asked. "Yes, Mrs. Vera." "How is he doing?" Angela shrugged,

Leonardo was taken aback by Angela's adamant opposition to marrying Lara. "Are you angry, Angela?" "No, but you don't need a wife right now, Mr. Vera; you need a nurse." "But a nurse isn't like a wife, Angela; a wife can do things a nurse can't." "The other wife, perhaps, but Miss Chavez is different." Angela insisted, "She's busy with her work, isn't she? And it's unlikely she'll stop working; I'm certain she'll never stop working. " "Let's bet. I'll bet she'll quit if I tell her to quit, "Leonardo said. "All right, I'll bet she won't quit her job." "Okay. What exactly is the prize? " Angela inquired. "You are free to ask whatever you want." "Deal," Angela agreed, "so you've got to eat right now." "Wait," Leonardo instructed. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" "Can you describe yourself to me?" Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When w

Angela's gloomy mood had not been lifted by the scenic beauty of nature. She was already outside the mansion, still enraged at the prospect of Lara agreeing to stop working in order to marry Leonardo. She was well aware that Lara was simply lying in order to gain his consent."You're insane, Angela," Lara yelled from behind her. "Tell me, are you in love with my boyfriend?""Wh-what? What on earth made you think of that? , Miss Chavez? ""Because I could see it in your eyes." Lara grumbled, "And you know what, you're the worst nurse I've ever met.""And you're the most treacherous girlfriend I've ever known." Angela talked back."What do you mean by treacherous?" Lara's eyes glared. "Tell me what's on your mind, bitch," Lara said quietly."If I tell you, you won't be able to look at yourself in the mirror for shame," Angela retorted. "Don't make me say something you'll regret hearing.""Get out of here. You're not a good influence on the people around here. " Lara growled."I know wh

Angela was delighted by the stars blinking up in the sky because it was such a warm night. It was already eight o'clock, and the silence of the night indicated that no other souls were awake except hers. She couldn't sleep thinking about the hidden painting on the 7th ceiling board in Leonardo's studio. Why was it hidden from the view of others? Who is the crying lady? She pondered. And their hand-painting made her happy. She could still see Lara's face furiously complaining about her as Leonardo's hand-partner in that painting. And the result was fantastic. They created a beautiful spiral design of such a colorful painting, with their hands visible as the last marks over the spiraling multicolor rainbow. And the thought of Leonardo wanting to hear her mention his name, "Leo," caused her to experience a slew of unexpected emotions. She was overjoyed just thinking about it. It was such a lovely word to say. Leonardo, she said, as she smiled. But she could also see and feel Lara's boili

The silver cane flew to the ground as Leonardo shoved it away."What's the matter with you?" cried Angela."I don't want to use that cane; it belonged to the rudest old man I despised.""Don't talk like that to the old man.""He's not a good role model for me; he despised me as a child and wished to have a beautiful girl grandchild.""That's odd," Angela remarked. "But, as Mrs. Gale told me, he died a long time ago."Leonardo was deafeningly quiet. And Angela tried to calm him down because it was the first hour of the day."You can't hate dead people like that, Leonardo," Angela sighed. "Living with hatred will make it difficult for you to do the right things in your life. It's a curse. ""He was the family curse; I saw my father suffer as a result of his strict house rules. Fortunately, he died before I had the courage to punch him."Angela had started yet another bad chapter in Leonardo's life. And she was sorry. After a long time, the silver cane opened it."You have to forgive him