It was a blue and white packet with individual, smaller soft packages the size of a blue soap inside. Pulling out one, she opened it. It was a sanitary napkin. She recalled seeing something similar by Lorain. She fingered the material. It very soft and absorbent. She wondered if it was made out of cotton. She slowly brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. It had a light floral scent, almost of fresh flowers.
‘I see that you found the package that I left you.’
Suzie jumped. Placing a hand on her chest, she turned and found her Ma hovering at the door of the room. She looked a bit unsure
Returning to the house, Sean increased the wick of the lamp, flooding the room with brightness. He walked around the room, slowly retracing his steps. He was checking to see if the perpetrator had left anything behind which would give him a clue. He checked meticulously between the nook and crannies of the room. He found nothing. Picking up a few cushions that had fallen to the floor during their struggle, he placed them back on the chair. Sean took a last glance around the room to ensure that nothing was amiss. He returned the lamp to its rightful place and went back to the bedroom. As soon as he sat down, Abigale stirred and croaked, h
Before Sean could respond, Lydia sashayed into the room dressed in a short, white dress with her feet bare. Her hair was dropped; Sean could see droplets of water clinging to the ends of her hair. It looked like she had just come from the shower. Involuntarily, images of the last time they were together flooded his thoughts. Sean felt his heart trip in his chest. He felt ashamed, and wondered what she was thinking. The longer he stood there, the worse the feeling got. The air in the room had suddenly turned humid and he felt his throat constricting. He had to get outside now
***She was fleeing away from the shadows which were chasing her. The shapes in front of her were distorted. She could not make out the faces, but she felt fear. If she did not fight back, these creatures would gobble her up. ‘Wait for us,’ the voices boomed, blended together. With every step, the two shadows seemed to be getting closer. The ground shook under their weight.‘There is nowhere to run, Abigale. Return to us. We n
Passing the first two houses, Suzie saw the occupants sitting outside. The Lambert extended family. Suzie reckoned there must be over twelve people living there. There were five sons with their wives and children, parents and grandparents. That was a lot of people under one roof, Suzie thought as she bid them a good afternoon. Some of the children waved at her. It looked like they were roasting nuts. Five thirty in the afternoon was late for roasting nuts as far as Suzie knew. She quickly walked by, she did not want to be perfumed by the smell. When Pa roasted nuts, he would do so at around ten in
Sean gave the couch a few deep blows as he muttered some curse words. How did this problem escalate to this magnitude? First, it was the incident with the chickens, then the bastard trying to send him a message by saying lecherous things to Suzie and now this; his daughter accidentally finding out. He cringed to think of what would have occurred if they had seen Suzie. She was not a naïve child. She was very intelligent and fast on her feet in thinking too. He was taken aback a few minutes ago by the excuse she told her mother, the fact that she told it in the first place. Who was the other man she described? She might have been mis
*** When Abigale awoke, it was late morning. Through the half opened wooden window, the rays of the sun streamed steadily into the room. The brightness of the light had her closing her eyes. Her head hurt. Turning away from the glare, she placed her feet carefully on the left side of the bed. A fit of dizziness assailed her. Oh gracious. She hoped that she was not coming down with whatever Josh had. This might also be as a result staying up almost the whole night with Josh. The good news was that when she left him early that morning, the fever was gone. He should be up and about in the next two days she thought. Placing a hand over her he
Lydia was fighting vigorously to get a view of the body, but two of the men were trying to restrain her. Eventually they managed to drag her away from the crowd, and led her to one of the neighbors. She fell prostrate on one of the front stone steps, oblivious to the sympathetic stares and murmurs. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sean saw someone gently hold her up and place a bottle under her nose, maybe smelling salts. When she revived, one of the women forced a glass of water into her shaking hands. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sean took a deep shaky breath, then turned away from the sight and calmly addressed the crowd.‘
The following days passed in a blur. Sean did not go out into the fields, but had decided to stay close to home and work on the balance of the repairs around the house. It had been four days since the old man’s death. Bringo was laid to rest the day after his demise at the small cemetery located across the river. The whole community had shown up, except those who were too old to make the five mile walk. Four men were stationed at each corner of the plain, wooden coffin, leading the procession. Hymns were sung to and from the cemetery to pass the time. After the service, there was a wake at Bringo’s house. Sean did not go to the wake, but from what he heard, Lydia was distressed, trying to come to terms with what had happe
It had taken a few hours for things to settle down. By the time the two police men arrived, the whole community was up. Word had spread like wildfire, bringing men, women, and even children, out of bed. Dawn was slowly breaking. The orange hue of the sun slowly crept into the early morning gloom. Most of them wanted to see with their own eyes the culprits, and follow firsthand the story of the crime committed. Sean glanced at the crowd. A few of the women were in their nightgowns and head ties assembled in small groups whispering. The men were pushing their way through the temporary barricad
Where was Richard, surely ten minutes had passed? ‘Now, now Peter. There is no need for that. Why don’t you and Fautina tell me what you want? We can reach a compromise; no-one has to be hurt.’Chuckling, Fautina went across to the far corner of the room where Lydia kept the wine, and poured generously into a wineglass.‘Hmm, sister, this is really good wine. Father must have spent a fortune on it.’
Patting his pants pocket, Sean felt around for a small pen light. At the end of the instrument was a tiny knife. Both men had to bend low to avoid the trees which were overhanging at the entrance. Sean waited until they both were inside the trapdoor, then put on the flashlight on dim. They found themselves in a dusty, smelly room. Something scurried across their path, making Richard utter an expletive.‘Be quiet. We don’t want to alert them.’‘I am trying my best. What is this roo
He ran all the way. There was no one out this early morning. It was around two or three o’clock if his judgment was correct. He did not pause to check on his surroundings. The earlier he got to Richard’s, the better. He hoped that the boy was alright. How did this slip him? He should have known. Reaching Richard’s doorstep, he pounded loudly on the front door. He waited. When he did not get a response, he went to one of the windows, trying to pry it open and shouted, ‘Richard, Jerald! Can you hear me?’Suddenly the door opened with Richard standing in his pajamas. &lsqu
When she did not respond he turned to face her.‘I will be going alone, Sean.’ ‘What? I am not allowing you to go out to God-knows-where, searching all alone. I will accompany you, and that is final.’‘No it is not. The children need a parent and both of us cannot leave, not this time.’ Sean to
‘Well it seems to me that you really did not have a choice. If you had stayed back your life might have been at stake and you would not have seen either of your babies. Who knows what this Pablo character is capable of, huh?’ Sean declared.‘Yes, I agree, but it broke my heart to leave my aunt and in particular under such circumstances. What would happen now to her the boys? Would they be safe? So many questions flooded into my mind at once. I felt overwhelmed and thought about staying, but then I remembered the baby by my side and that hardened my resolve. ‘
Taking a restorative breath she continued. ‘I tried anyways. I opened my mouth and screamed, but my scream was cut off when he backhanded me across the mouth. We struggled for a while. I kicked and pushed, but he was too strong for me. Ignoring my cries, he forced himself upon me.’ Abigale choked on the last sentence.‘What a bastard!’ Sean exclaimed angrily. ‘I am sorry, so very sorry to hear this Abby. You mean to tell me neither your aunt nor the boys heard your cries. None came to your aid?’
Abigale watched him crawl into bed and closed her eyes. She was so tired, tired of the guilt and the pain. She also knew that she was being unfair to Sean, but she did not want to continue to burden him with her past. Nothing bad happen to people based on a few nightmares. But she knew she was kidding herself, because for the two months her nightmares were more frequent and more alive. Maybe it was a sign that she needed to unburden herself. Making up her mind, she changed her clothes, sat down beside Sean, and shook him. Instantly he opened his eyes. ‘I think it is time that you know my full
Sean lazily watched the two ladies work and marvelled at how tall Suzie had grown over the past year. She was almost the same height and size as her mother. She was a looker, and in a few years, he would be beating the young men away from his door. He was proud to be her father; she was a quiet but strong-willed child. She had a good brain on her head. He was always happy to see her engrossed in her books. He knew Abby was proud of that also, although she might not show it openly. Recalling the conversation he had had earlier on with Jerald, he knew he had to confront Richard. He would lead him to the second person that Suzie must have s