Felicia popped in the next morning. The boys had already left for school. She let herself in the house, she had her own spare key. Mpumi tried holding the struggling man through the furniture in the siting room, “Get your filthy hands off me! I am blind, not crippled!” he cried and she quickly let go.Felicia finally found them in the sitting room. It was from Dion voice that she found them. “Dion,” Felicia went to him. She tried kissing him but he pushed her off. “Ow, well. How are you, Dion?” she sat down next to him.-**So, I’m standing here, and what? She can’t see me? She won’t bother even greeting me, or sparing that one minute of silence so that I can greet, perhaps. Today, I’m clean and I smell nice, shouldn’t I be less disgusting to her now? I’ll give you privacy. Horrible people. You deserve each other, anyway. Ow, but why am I turning against her? She did nothing wrong to me. He did! He&

Dion had made his feelings known about the girl’s economic status and Mpumi did not like it. “Never ever sit where I sit. Your mother can’t afford this couch, so why sit on it?”She had a few words to say but she wouldn’t dare say them out loud.-**You don’t talk about my mother like that. You don’t know her. She could be a queen to some land. She could be a president in some country and probably, has much more money than you. Who am I kidding, that’s impossible…? But he doesn’t know that. He shouldn’t say things like that. Who says things like that? Ow, I forgot, madmen do. **-“You’re still here.”Just like that, the girl got off. She tramped out of the room. It was now that Dion paid attention to the stinging pain. It was moist and he concluded that the cut was bleeding. He did not do much. He knew that he needed some plasters, but then he disliked the girl. She was th

Dion thought that Mpumi was in her room. The children were at school. Now, he could go into the kitchen and prepare himself something to eat. Dion was still getting used to his life as a blind man. He patted every piece of furniture in the room until he finally found the fridge. He opened it.Mpumi was not in her room. She was in the kitchen the whole time. She watched Dion from the distance, quietly.-**What’s he looking for now? Ow, a cup. Won’t he just drink from the bottle? Hurry up, already. I want to see his reaction when he realises that’s cooking oil. Why did I put oil in the fridge though?**-The man sipped. He quickly spat into his handkerchief. “Is she stupid or what?”-**Hey, watch it!**-He put the bottle of oil aside. He went for a container he pulled out of the fridge. He opened it and sniffed, he realised it was meat. He had a gag reflex and he quickly put it away.-**Is that how vegetarians reac

Mpumi had been mad at Dion who shunned her the moment Felicia showed up. The night that Felicia announced that she would not be back for dinner, Mpumi decided to get back at Dion by serving him an uncooked meal. Often, Dion would only end up going to bed but his anxiety over Felicia made him very hungry. He proceeded to the kitchen.He would be making himself a good meal while everyone in the house had already gone to their rooms. The water from the kettle had boiled, Dion lifted the kettle but the handle broke. The water spilled over his arm and he led out a devasting cry that got Mpumi running into the room.“Dion! Are you okay?” she quickly pulled him to the kitchen sink where she ran cold water over his red skin.Dion tried convincing her that he was fine but she carried on with a fuss. She dragged him to the couch where she took a look at his burn. The man was easy to bruise.-**This is what I did to him?! How many people will I hurt? Not

“Vince, what are you doing? That’s Dion’s phone. Where’d you get it?” asked the little Dave when he saw Vincent pull it out and fiddle on it.“Where do you think I got it? From his bags, of course. I’m calling someone, anyone on this phone. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll have to sell his stuff,” answered Vincent as he carefully navigated the phone in his hands. “Gee, Dave, I saw really cool stuff in his bag. You know we could get rich.” Vincent, shortly, gazed into sky to show that he was thinking, “I have an idea. A business idea. Ow, the things we could do with that money.” And then he got back to searching through the phone. “Only one number? I wonder who this is.” The numbers were not saved. Vincent saw them on the call page. He put the phone against his ear. “Hello?”Through the phone came a voice, “Dion?”“No, it’s… It&