Chapter 95

Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic.

As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want to run to Fanny, even though she knew that Fanny still felt a thing for her and would give her opened arms should she dare to return to him. To her there was no difference between fanny and Ken now, and she had put them in the same box. Cheats. liars. Betrayals. Fools. She would have to search for more words to describe the worst of men she had regretted knowing.

“The night was damn lonely despite the sonorous music and rowdiness of the night club.

She was interrupted by a groaning voice that came at