Torno Kohime |
The husband wearing
horn-rimmed glasses sat in the car, waiting. His wife was chatting with their hot
neighbor while lightly touching his arm and smiling a pathetic smile. The husband
blew the horn and waved for her to hurry. They were late. The orchestra
rehearsal was starting in ten minutes. She gave him that look of disgust, and he
knew. That night, when she was fast asleep, his friends came over with the
gear. The husband blew the horn, the orchestra horn that became the hunting
horn. No one ever saw her again. Next on the list was the neighbor…
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