CHAPTER THIRTEEN

He looked at us with mixed emotions as if he was not sure what to say or do. But all I know is that he is all planned up.

"How are you doing Ezna?" He asked.

"Okra," I corrected.

"Ok. How are you doing Okra?"

"What do you think?" I returned back with a question.

"I brought you here to talk to you,"

"You mean threatened my best friend's life," I said and he sighed looking down, "just so you know, am not ready for a chit chat with you."

"Give me a moment and you'll be on your way," he said.

"Talk. I don't have the whole day. You might as well be wasting your time because I won't take what you will say seriously," I barked.

"I know," he looked at Reho, studied how I had put my arms in his, and chuckled, "you have a handsome dark boyfriend here."

"Husband, if you don't mind," he came closer to him but I filled the space between them. I could not let him touch Reho.

"Mrs Lynd, why don't you show our guest around," he called on to my mom.