My Katrina story.

“Why do these things always happen to me!?” Complained Victor, to himself. He banged the table with both his fists. Sandra returned with the coffee.

“A toast to…our fatal love!” She laughed and swallowed it all down.

“Well, Victor, I think we are going to be very good friends, don’t you?” She winked. Yet, behind that wink was a shrewd lady who knew the ins and outs of relationships. Infact, he was exposing himself to pain and ruin.