"What happened?" Andrew asked. He was surprisingly obsorbed in the story. Asti knew most people would probably move uncomfortably in the face of trauma. It didn't seem like he regretted it.
So she put her tea down, feeling the open wound still fresh in her heart. "Well I didn't make it. Nirmala, the wife, she came in and dragged me of the bed. By the hair. And threw me out butt naked." She explained. A tinge if shame coloring her cheeks.
Andrew's lips stretched into a thin line. "Well can you blame her? You're in her husbands bed. Naked."
Asti felt it like a sting. "It's not that I wanted to be there. I was forced to!" She yelled. Slamming both hands on the table.
Andrew leaned back, raising both hands as if in defence. Behind them the little girl was asleep, unbothered by the noise.
"I'm sorry, please continue."
