"Well," he said irritably, "this is a very bad time."
I looked at him in disbelief.
A bad moment?
His arm was broken.
I was in pain.
I could barely move.
But what worried him wasn't my health.
It was his birthday.
The big birthday she had been preparing for for weeks.
Twenty guests were expected to arrive the following Saturday.
I took a deep breath.
— Marc, I don't know how to cook. I don't know how to clean. I can't even button my shirt by myself.
He shrugged.
— That's not my problem.
His words affected me almost more than my fall.
- Pardon ?
— You know perfectly well that you're the one in charge of all this. If the party is a failure, I'll be humiliated in front of everyone.
I remained silent.
