A Tempest of Blondes

he had been in pain, but there were no blondes to remind him of Riva, and he had been slowly

theless, he had planned to lock himself at Peaceville, where there would be no blonde reminders of Riva. He would ju

eaceville, who had been at

i

tly Riva, a split

no plans of leaving UCLA, the onus had fallen on him to leave. Now he was in London, a

at maids had to look like maids. She had long, golden hair; too long for a maid, too golden.

er too b

er too d

too much

d the heavy oak door. Everyone had been worried at his sudden freezing. His father had wanted to call a doctor,

that Penelope was not Riva. Penelope was a maid and was compelled by this status to humility, and so could not produce the disast

d wound

slai

Penelope was Penelope – God

d stayed on. Had stayed on to pursue

t could never end in marriage. The judge would never allow it, she

belliously. The problem in all of this was his father. His father! His mother didn't seem to notice what

Kolade strummed

uitar str

*

. He was still panting when he heard the knock. He didn't answer. He couldn't rememb

ed? Your father won't like it." She stepped in and scooped up his trou

cupboards and wardrobes, Kolade cursed himself for not lockin

went to the windows and opened them. "

ipped through the window to dazzle the room with its

. "I could drink and dr

aned. "I h

and take a bath before your fath

ate in bed hurt anyone? "Look, Mum," he started, snapping to his

d his throat. "Son..." He w

then his eyes caught sight of the

m. Kolade turned his face away, and his father studied his profil

long sigh. "I'd better see how Pen

le

d to the wardrobe and

shook his h

s determination to rein back his growing anger. He exploded. "Dad, I told