It was getting dark, so I went back to my own house, next to Maya’s on the first floor.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening. My phone vibrated several times. It was a strange number.
Finally, I answered, “Hello!”
“Sharon Sandra!” It was... Kris?
Why did he call me now?
“What?”
“Samson didn't go back, right?” It sounded gloating, “Do you really think that you will have an in with a child? I really sympathize with you. Your husband is sleeping with another woman now while you are spending your nights alone. Feel bad?”
I was helpless, “Mr. Joe, why did you call me now? They didn’t invite you for sex together, so you feel alone and vent your anger on me?”
After a pause, I continued, “If you really like Carol, I think you should talk with Samson about making love together. Don’t bother me. You single dog!”
“Sharon, you fu*king...” I immediately hung up.
Nothing made me rest assured every day!