I called a taxi, but it would be another 10 minutes before it arrived. I looked at the map and realized it would only take 20 minutes to walk, so I decided to walk back. It had been a while since I had strolled so leisurely.
On my way, I passed a flower shop. I went in and saw my favorite hibiscus flowers, so I bought a bouquet. They were truly beautiful. When was the last time I received flowers?
By the time I got home, it was almost six o'clock. My high heels had rubbed a layer of skin off my heels. It hurt a bit. I put on a Band-Aid casually.
"Leon, are you coming back for dinner tonight?" The other end of the phone was particularly noisy, with music and female voices mixing.
"No." Leon Bailey's cold voice came through.
"Could you..." The phone had already been hung up.
"Could you accompany me to the hospital next Tuesday? It seems you haven't been back for a long time..." I still held the posture of making a phone call and continuing to speak, but there would be no more voices coming from the phone.
"Hilda, don't cook dinner. No one will be eating tonight," I said as I went upstairs, losing my appetite for dinner.