Uninvited guest

This has happened previously.

This morning, the weather was brighter and warmer, but Safira's sentiments were different; she was still thinking about yesterday's disagreement with her husband, whether she thought it was too much, perhaps.

"Oh, I don't know, I had a traumatic incident yesterday that frightened me, and now my husband appears to be OK; all of this irritates me. Is he serious about the love he professed the other day, or is it all bs?"

She removes the blanket off her body, slippers on, and prepares to clean her body; she has not even reached the bathroom door when uncle Bob arrives and smiles at her.

"How are you doing?" He approached her and lovingly stroked her hair as he questioned her cordially. "Sorry I couldn't assist you; if I had known you had met Sarah the day before, I would have accompanied you. Please do not be rash and quarrel with her; she is a dangerous woman with many crafty thoughts; I sympathize with Andrew." He said.

She knitted her brows when she heard