88. Birthday

He returned to the living room and threw himself on the couch. ‘Miriam!’

She did not take too long to respond. She had obviously been taking a nap. ‘Is it midday already, sir?’ she asked in surprise as she quickly descended the stairs.

‘No,’ he picked up the remote control and switched on the TV, ‘Get me something sweet to drink,’ he said.

‘Coffee, sir?’

‘No, orange juice maybe.’

She went straight into the kitchen and soon enough, she came in with a tray with a glass of orange juice in her hands. He made himself comfortable on the couch as he flipped through the channels. Miriam placed the tray on the coffee table in front of him.

‘Is that all, sir?’ she asked him in a calm voice.

‘Yes, that’s all, Miriam you can go now.’

‘I shall return at twelve to make you lunch, then?’ She curtsied and headed up the stairs.

He took two g
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