A Short story my Man jima Misra MANIC WOMEN OF ERON (P ART 2)

Mrs Honborn said in a commanding tone, “Sit down Gini.“ Gini sat down on the faded yellow coloured sofa.

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“Now tell me Gini. Do you know anything about your biological parents?”, asked Mr Honborn softly, with an almost inaudible voice.

“No. I asked everyone. No one knew anything about my parents.”

“Very well. You can stay with us you know. We will take care of you.”

Gini swiftly pulled out a gun from her bag and pointed it towards Mr Honborn and within a few seconds, Mr Honborn was lying dead on the mosaic floor. Her famous fingers were a means for murder- a possibility that had horrified the town on her birth.

Then, Gini looked at Mrs Honborn and grinned. “He killed my father, didn’t he? You were his mistress; he was your so-called lover. So much for love. So much for love.”

“So, Mr Honborn had murdered Gini’s father in order to marry Gini’s mother. So much for sexual jealousy. So much for sexual jealousy.” said Mrs Honborn triumphantly.

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