Sunday Afternoon

Sunday afternoon By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “This is absolute nonsense, I’m taking her to the doctor. There is nothing more to say. End of discussion.” It was the words of Rassie Koch, fearsomely echoing against the walls of the quiet living room on a Sunday afternoon, where only the ticking of the grandfather’s clock could be heard. Marina, sitting on a chair against the wall in the opposite side of the room, wanted to run away from her husband, who occupied himself by staring through the window at Klaradyn, their adopted daughter, having his back turned to his wife....

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