Chapter Forty One

How to make Felix hers was her first priority Gladys thought to herself. So she poured the juice on her dressed and shot up like a rocket furiously dusting her dress. The juice had soaked the region around her breasts.

' Oh my God, how clumsy can one be? What am I going to do now?' she said with feigned distress.

' What is it?' Felix who had been absorbed with thoughts of trying to device a means of getting her out of the house and ensuring she never came back, asked.

'I mistakenly spilt the juice on my dress. You don't happen to have a dry-cleaning machine here do you? I will have to spread the dress outside to get it dry then but I will need a lappa to tie while I wait for the dress to get dry', she said.