Chapter 18. Unfortunate Meeting

Bernard was dumbfounded as he got a better look at the woman whose eyes were spitting fire at him.

"Damn, she has the most expressive eyes," was the first thought that came to his mind even as he tried to remember why she looked sort of familiar "A man could drown in those eyes. Those lips? I can't even begin to think of ways a man could...

"Bernard!" His girlfriend's shrill voice cut short his reverie, and he looked back at her.

"Yes, Natalie?" Just as the lady clutching her baby to her side in front of him repeated her question with great contempt in her voice that made him feel two inches shorter,

"She was right, you say?" A grown-up saying all those awful words to this sweet child was right? Right?" She asked in apparent disbelief.

He looked at the sweet child at her waist who had been crying and looked back at the woman, thought fleetingly, "He does not resemble her; he probably resembles the husband; what a shame that she was taken already," and immediat