One night with my father's best friend
pte
o
so good when I was supposed to
t his name-was the most wonderful companion ever. I'd gone to the club, not seeking
f sandalwood. His deep set brown eyes probed into my soul each time he set his ga
ecome permanent. I was twenty-two and I could boldly say that I'd ne
apparently old enough to be my father
t whenever I remembered my dad, but the imag
I flattened my back on the bed, shutting my eyes tightly so t
apping noisily against the tiled floor. "Sit up, Lola.
and gradually folded into a sitt
Where did you s
u care anyways?" I retorted
that my mother and I didn't have a good relationship, but now that
cracked, lowering
acting like you care ab
er was buried last night and you didn't have the dec
tion, the feeling of tranquility I'd enjoye
ything you did to frustrate daddy before he died disgusts me. You shouldn't be here, mom. Go
nful slap that landed on my chee
Do you think your late father was a saint? Do you thi
he weren't my mother, I'd have e
ead, mom. He can't even defen
dge of her nose. "Enough of this argum
t my inner cheek. "What
for work for the
ough my phone. Traveling round the clock wasn't new to me
house alone to myself, only tha
trip. Take your time," I
here for the time I'
I won't be here, then where will I stay?" I stared at he
d the house for six months. We need the money for your tuition an
n my shoulders because everything was going too fast. Just yesterd
d set up a trust fund that was more than enough to take care of my educati
g, mom," I said
ements with your new guardian. He's
ised that she wasn't bluffing. She'd actually rented our house to
st be j
ith me. We don't want to keep our g
e sense of what she was saying. I was about to ask her
strides were faster, more urgent as th
she was my mother after smashing my phone all
nd what she just did
because of your irrationality," I rushed behind her until we got to the living room. "I'm
ded me. "M
d it with a small smile. "Hi," he greeted curtly and turned to my