Bloody Weekend

Chapter 7

Maybe there was something strange about me. Why do I always feel angry. On his back brink of that thought. He said to himself

"Maybe I'm just tired. That's the reason I'm looking for. What's wrong with me. If only I could go ?"

Fuck all that. Here is my house. And now Mrs Green is waiting in the waiting room. She is a wealthy woman who likes to spend her money by going to a famous doctor.

He remembers someone once telling him

"You must be tired of your female patient. Rich women who like to fantasize that they are sick and spend tens of dollars to see a doctor. It would be better if you take care of poor patients. At that time he just smiled.

It is strange to talk about the poor. They may have never met Mrs Butterscout. He went to ten doctors . Every home always brings a variety of medicine bottles, concoction drugs and even pill pills. There are cold medicines, sleeping pills, eye medications, cough medicines, balsam for the back and more.

"I've been taking this white medicine for decades. And this is the one that fits me best. Last week a doctor who just graduated from medical school prescribed chocolate and blue drugs, but the drug did not have any effect. "

He recalled that Mrs Butterscout's health was excellent. So that almost all drugs that are taken do not actually have any effect. For her both poor women and rich women are the same. As a doctor he is obliged to hear their complaints, check their health condition, write down a prescription or provide a referral letter to an expensive hospital.

Oh my God, I don't know why he's so bored and fed up about this situation.

He misses the blue sea, the white sand, the pounding of the waves . Sixteen years ago it was all forgotten. It's been the past and she's so grateful to be able to break off the engagement.

Of course, that's the best choice, right. He had freed himself from the chains of demons that bound him. Release herself, meet Natasha and marry her.

He has got everything he wants. Living in London, becoming a doctor. Have a secretary who is not beautiful. Marrying an ordinary wife. He felt that he was tired of beauty. Is that right, isn't it? He has felt alone for falling in love with a beautiful woman like Karen. The pain that must be borne.

After her engagement to Karen. He wants a peace, a calm, a normal life could be forever with Natasha. He wanted Natasha. He wanted a submissive wife, understanding his will, not having strange thoughts. And most importantly able to follow all his wishes.

Who used to tell him. The real tragedy is when we get everything we want.

Displeased at the press of his bell.

He's checking out Mrs Green.

I spent half an hour checking it out. This time too the money is smoothly received only by capitalizing on listening to notes and prescribing drugs.

Women who suffer from stomach pain . Come out with a spirit and a face that is beaming series. I guess she doesn't feel like life is so bad.

Peter Hamilton sat in his chair. Now all the work is done. She can go up to the second floor to have lunch with Natasha and her two children. Then he would go to The Blossom and spend a nice weekend there.

But still he was sitting in a chair. I don't know why the reluctance enveloped him. He refused to get out of his chair. He was tired . So tired.

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In the dining room above the check room Natasha Hamilton was sitting on a chair and staring at a plate of chicken thighs.

He was confused whether the meat should be reheated in the kitchen or not?

If Peter is still a long time, of course, his meat will be cold and unpleasant to eat.

But the last patient is done and Peter will be up at all times. If he's warming up now the nys meat will be too late if Peter comes. And then he'll be angry. Peter is impatient and doesn't like to wait.

He will say

Natasha breathed heavily. He'll be very upset. Especially if the meat is heated kbali and it turns dry meat. Peter wouldn't like it either. He'll be very angry.

But he also doesn't like cold food.

The food is best eaten in the heat. He's feeling dizzy. His mind went back and forth. His confusion grew.

For Natasha it felt like the world was turning into a piece of chicken thigh that was slowly getting cold on the plate.

Next to her fourteen-year-old son Rudy said

"Dave will be with his father on vacation in Egypt next week. They said they'd look for fossils."

With a face full of confusion Natasha looked at Rudy's round face.

"Did mom know that ?"

"Know what dear?"

"Fossil."

Natasha's eyes looked at the sky at a glance. He doesn't know what to answer.

Rudy said again

"It's an ancient relic like a dinosaur. I was once."

Lilian her little girl who was only ten years old whined

"I'm already hungry. I want to eat now. "

"Wait a minute, baby. Your papa will show up soon."

Rudy said

"We can actually eat now. Papa wouldn't be mad if it was just that."

Natasha shook her head.

In his mind again he began to think whether the meat should be cut into pieces. But where's the knife. He doesn't know where John put him. Desperate he remembered that Peter was always angry if he cut him the wrong way.

Her sausage was cold . He should immediately bring her back to the kitchen. But what if Peter comes. He must be coming by now.

Peter Hamilton is still in his seat. He believes on the top floor lunch must have been served. But he couldn't get up and walk there.

San Luis's. White sand. Blue seas. The hot sun with a sense of love also suffered. It's all the past.

I can't give birth to that anymore. It's all the past. Unknowingly she wishes that she never knew Karen, married Natasha, met Graciela.