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The spices had irritated his face badly, turning his eyes bloody red. He had rinsed his face with clean water By Nhamo Muchagumisa Michelle had never seen such patience before, even though part of her own childhood had felt like a struggle up a muddy slope. But the patience Grayson displayed was something that stood aloof from the ordinary. She did not only feel sorry for Grayson: Mavis was also an object of the pangs of her pity, especially as Michelle noticed how she allowed a treasure like Grayson to slip through her fingers. Grayson had lost his job and all the mundane domestic chores were now officially on his shoulders, despite there being a visiting maid who would periodically come to assist with matters that needed the perfection of a woman's hand.