DECADES AGO
Henrietta put on the finishing touches to complete her look. She was going out with her man and she needed to make sure she was looking her best. He had just returned from an out of city business excursion.
"Hurry up or we'll be late sweetheart," Graham encouraged as he set about the business of tying his tie and aligning it properly on his shirt.
Henrietta was in the bathroom of their small one bedroomed flat. Graham was in the bedroom standing before the wardrobe mirror.
"Come on darling, the play starts in forty minutes. We won't make it in time if you do not hurry it up," Graham said.
His words were falling on deaf ears, unfortunately for him. He had to go and retrieve her from the bathroom himself. He walked in and discovered her hurled up around the toilet seat, puking.
"Are you okay?" he asked rushing to her side, "What's wrong?"
"It must be something I ate," she said.
