CLANDESTINE 4

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CHAPTER 4

The following day she decided to give herself a private holiday. She texted Mr. Allan about being very sick and unable to be at work,she added that she was receiving a home treatment from her mother. 

After she'd attended to mails and phone calls from the office,she picked up her headphones and a novel outside the house. She took a walk to their pool with a deck chair and as she went,she shook her head to the rhythm of the song. She sat on the chair and began to read.

 The evening breeze was tranquil and she couldn't resist the urge to close her eyes and sleep.

When Mama Freda arrived at eve,her cellphone rang,it was Melanie who called to inform her that she and her little girl would be visiting during the weekend. She walked behind her car after they had spoked at length to unload the goods she purchased from the market,a lot of fried fishes, chocolates,a shoe and lots more. She always looked out for Davis Moore.

 She was astonished on seeing her daughter's car parked outside,she started to call on Davis Moore when she had entered the house and wondered why she hadn't stepped out to welcome her home. 

She paused when there wasn't any response,and walked straightway to the store house to lessen her weight. She washed her hands and took an apple from the fridge and she began calling again as she made for the pool since it was one of the places her daughter would be.

 She was simultaneously sleeping and smiling hmm she uttered a clear evidence of good living. She was about tapping her legs when she blinked and yawned.

"I heard your footsteps as you were approaching." She sat up and took off her headphones. 

Mama Freda looked steadily at her face,her eyes were red, she had slept for almost an hour.

"You're tired."

"Really tired mother," She coughed and clasped her hands over her face."My face cloth." She gesticulated.

Her mother passed a little white towel to her and she wiped her mouth.

"You should come to the hospital tomorrow."

"No no," she shrugged "I got drugs already."

"Better then. I spoke with Melanie on the phone,she and her daughter would be here by weekend."

"Nice nice nice... She was at the police station two days ago, she's even more worried about her brother."

"Hmmmm." Mama Freda began to bite the apple absently. "My friend Suzanne has returned and she'd be here for a visit one of these days, I want you to be on your best behavior."

"Alright."

"Meanwhile, I got you a few things from the Jammies Super Store." 

"Oh wowww,what?" 

"You guess." She flicked a finger at her and rested her jaw on her palm with support from the arm chair. 

"Fried fishes,or a pink gown..or blue anything." she rolled her eyes left and right with her hands raised in the air as if to say what else if not these. She leaned back on the deck chair and smiled showing her teeth,she sure had an infectious smile because her mother was smiling too. 

"Well...fried fishes,sliced bread,choccy ice and pink suede shoes." 

"Oh I wouldn't trade you for gold,mere gold." She got up abruptly. "Dinner is served already!" She started walking away.

"And Davie grilled shrimps and fried potatoes inside a foil!" Mama Freda had to shout since she already disappeared into the house. 

That night in her room, Mama Freda startled her with the squelching sounds of her footsteps in the corridor. Her soul seemed to have been swept out of her body and she listened carefully. Her door was flung open, and her mother stood by it with a worried face.

"I have nightmares twice. I can't sleep Davie." She was obviously sweating. 

"Join me." She took up the duvet. "You will be fine."

She got into Davis Moore's chair placed by the wall;the foam covered with a blue velvet,soft and comforting. She raised both legs and rested them on her bed leaning on it with her face raised to the ceiling. Her face was heavy,her eyes glistened strangely, she probably had been tearing. 

"I'll be better here." 

"You ever thought of re marrying?"

"No not already." She shrugged twice.

"That's cool so you wouldn't bring in a bully." She was also sad. 

Davis Moore laid on the bed patting her mother's leg as well as waiting for sleep but when her hands touched her sticky bloody feet,she screamed and Mama Freda disappeared. She was awake on her bed panting and sweating profusely.✍️ 

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