Uncle Nolan

A

right sun blows mildly among the branches of

tion I attend, and presently, I am just returning from t

ch: Southwestern Chicken Salad, which consists of grilled chicken

lready picture his face lighting up at the si

of the old theater, something else ca

nd muttering inaudible words among themselves. Looking above them, I notice that the

In the midst of these, I increase in pace, reaching up to whe

moment, entangled in intimacy. Sure enough, the sight is irritating, promptin

first at the young lady who cannot get her hands off t

slow motion. My vision blurs as I proce

rs, in a soft and slow manner, as if they had done it a long time. Her hand

rd, then another. My heartbeat racing in my chest, and my thro

nnot get any louder than imagined,

zel

mehow I hear my name being called repeatedly. I can sense many pit

ame, the camera flashes, th

athing heavily, as my hands grip the headr

beg the driver, Frank, wit

city street blurs around me, I ignore the sound of my

the level of speed he puts. He parks the black car in the

ith anyone, envelops me, but that is far from reality because the moment my f

n I first enter and , I cannot deny the tension between

m while strategically hiding my red-puffed ey

back faces me, voices a statement that s

ing aside from her knitting. She stares intensely into my face, barely

or her to break the news or whatever it is. But ins

between them before Dad finally sighs and dro

for a moment. "Nol

r for some reason, but I

ng over the construction project for the new building expansion at the compan

hest in his name. He is my father's old friend.

generosity and kindness. He soon gets distant from me or, so

?" I whisper, having

y concentrated on a certain popular TV show tha

at once. Nolan's sudden arrival and why my

ag along the stairs. Glancing at the previewed messa

betrayed you and made caricature of our relationship in public. Pleas

screen, suppressing the urge to vio

e has the audacity to message me barely an hour a