CLANDESTINE 3

 🔸CLANDESTINE 🔸

CHAPTER 3 

Davis Moore drove ...and drove until she got to the zebra crossing. She peered at a father and his two daughters as he held them tightly on their wrist.

 They were crossing to the other side of the road and she hated it when something or someone was reminding her about that one thing she wanted to forget. She had a feeling of resentment since that was something she had once experienced.

 Dad was still caring,still loving even when she was 20 and she believed she would be happier if she'd seen him after she was discharged from the hospital. Wherever dad was didn't really matter after all she still felt connected to him,still felt they were never separated.

 But what if he already was killed? Then that would be extremely awful. She started to drive and reached for the volume button to increase the sound of the music. 

Anita lived in a bungalow with Rita her twin sister. Anita had seen her car as she drove in through her window and she disliked the fact that she took Maureen along to her house. Maybe she wasn't aware that they had a fight over Arnold Wills one of their typists. After she'd braced herself and opened the door,she was agape when Maureen hugged her tightly. 

Oh she heard about it,that she'd been fired. She reciprocated though in pretence and Davis Moore suspected it but choosed to ignore.

"You have a lovely house." Davis Moore said and walked straight to the painting on the wall and touched it.

"Wow... This is beautiful!" She excaimed with a smile.

The painter had painted a woman with a baby on her back,she held up a big basket on her head whilst the little boy carried bags in both hands. 

"If he could help as a baby he'll be more helpful when he's grown." Anita added

"Not if the mother suddenly disappears when he's grown." She said sadly. 

 Maureen just sat and watched ,she and Anita stole glances because or Davis Moore's response. 

Davis Moore looked closely at Anita's face, she'd been crying.

"So you've been weeping since morning?" 

"Hmph that was my only backbone." 

The sitting room was a large one and it had a fanciful table at the centre with two flower vases at it's sides.

"You changed your curtains." Maureen smiled she knew why she'd changed it.

"I knew who I was expecting."

After she'd said that they all laughed. Anita was fond of orange colour so she had decorated her room with an orange coloured curtain but changed them because of Davis Moore. 

"So why did he sack you?" Davis Moore blurted.

Anita heard the question but she was more interested in the raindrops falling from her neighbors house top,she watched keenly for a while. Then as if she'd seen images,she pointed outside calculatively like someone who was out of her mind, Davis Moore and Maureen simply watched in confusion. 

She was only trying to avoid the question as least for the meantime though she knew she was finally going to spill it out,she was afraid of Maureen,she talked too much. 

After she returned from the office,she'd been thinking about how she was going to plead with Davis Moore to convince Mr. Allan about her changed attitude so he would ask her to resume duties again because she was dying out of over thinking. But here she was lost and acting crazy.

"After the party we all attended at Silvery Palace, I was drunk so I f*ck Richard Hills right inside the office and." She didn't finish her story.

"What?" Davis Moore and Maureen shouted, Davis Moore's voice was louder. 

She clapped her hands to her head and rose immediately to her feet then suddenly realized she was supposed to be cool so she sat back uneasily on the sofa and pounded the ground with her right foot. She couldn't believe she had drove to Anita's house to hear such a heart breaking news. 

As soon as she got home,she changed into her nighties and instead of getting on her bed she climbed on a mat wooven with fine stretchy strips of foam rubber making it pleasant to lie on. 

She was watching her father's portrait on her wall,the man held her with his right arm while the other was over the mum's shoulder,a former happy family she thought. Most times she just wanted to break the portrait into many pieces and other times she felt it should be there for a memory,she still believed on Pa. Moore's return.

While she laid,she searched the bed blindly with her hands for her cellphone and after she picked it up she typed in a message.

...so you could entangle yourself will a low class? I knew you were acting strange but I choosed to ignore it... so you f*cked Anita? If I'd seen you, I would have spat on your face. I'm done with you! Don't you ever say you knew me!

She forwarded the message to Richard Hills. She was now without a partner or a father.✍️ 

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