Chapter 93 I hate you, Ken

• I hate you, Ken
• It was late hour when Ken arrived home. As he alighted from his car, he caught sight of Mrs. Fanny staring down to him through the window of the scarcely lit room. He could see her figure from his standing point and he could tell she had a towel across her bust; possibly she just had her bath and waiting hopefully for his arrival. Before he drove home after his arrival at the airport, he stopped at a grocery store and got her a sweet-smelling decorated flower, which he would use to pacify her. He knew her love for flower was out of this world and if he could get her one she would be calm within her spirit and not engage him in a quarrel.
• When he entered the sitting room his eyes combed around and he saw some bottles of beer and rum with a flute of alcohol. Over at the dining is a dish of pasta and sauce. He felt it with his palm and noticed they must have been on the table for over a couple of hours because they were cold now. The television set was displaying some documentary and he quickly turned it off, walked to the fire place and lit up fire before climbing the staircase opposite him to the bedroom upstairs.