I felt like grabbing Aman by his testicles and squeezing it like a stress ball.As soon as I got home, I threw my gym bag on the floor and sat on the s...fa. There was a pin-drop silence in the house which meant that my husband had popped out to accompany his useless friends. I took out my mobile to see if he had sent me any message.Message.‘honwy I’m with my friends and will come home late… Don’t wait for me…“What a pig! Can’t even type properly”, I said loudly. “Fuck him!”, I declared and began. I wasn’t asking for much and what do I get? I get somebody with a God complex.”Slowly Wilson raised his head up and looked at the large man. “OK, God, what brings you to my table on this merry little Christmas Evening?” His guest threw back his head and laughed loudly, joyously.“Wilson, boy, you just don’t want to believe me, do you? Well, that’s understandable, somebody sits down next to and says he’s God, and you’re, shall we say, skeptical. You’re not alone, boy, nobody ever believes me at. Margaret turned and looked into the eyes of the man whomshe thought was about to kill. Chapel looked intoMargaret’s face and said, “You may go.”Margaret didn’t move she thought it was another one ofhis tricks. “I can leave… you’re letting me go?” sheasked. “Yes. Now get the fuck out of here before I change mymind.”Margaret turned around and started walking back, fromwhich she came, constantly looking behind. With each stepshe moved a. Before the doctor could even finish his sentence, Gabby asked, “Does that include sex?” Abby and I couldn’t help but smile. “You have a special someone at home?” The doctor inquired. “Something like that…” came the sly response, coupled with a quick glance towards me and Abby. Two days later, Abby and I traveled to the hospital to pick up our fully recovered sister. Finally, after days of a coma, and several days when she wasn’t allowed to move, we took her home. She was tired of all that bed.