The pen in Ben's hand moved across the still blank page. With one hand still holding Elzi in his lap, he asked without taking his eyes off the paper.

“Do you want a wedding present? Maybe a car?” Ben asked as he wrote the word “car” on the paper and put it in the first position.

Elzi sighed lazily. To be honest, she had wanted to get up from Ben's lap and move to where she was supposed to be sitting. But Ben's left arm, wrapped around her waist, was unyielding. This forced Elzi to be on high alert, afraid that the bedroom door would suddenly swing open and Yolanda...