A few days later.
“Thank goodness it’s red!” Ashley said to herself when the traffic light turned red and brought her car to a stop.
“Red means Red! Red means Red!” she played with those words as she took out a very bright red lipstick and started applying it on her lips.
The gentleman in his car in the other lane who was getting so fascinated with how Ashley applied her bright red lipstick virtually got other vehicle drivers hooting their horns at him when he failed to see that the traffic light had turned ‘Green’ for his lane.
“Jerk!” Ashley sneered at the gentleman.
However, Ashley got shocked when she turned towards the other side and realized that she knew the driver of the salon car that was two vehicles ahead of her in another lane. And she was filled with fury as she clenched tightly onto the steering wheel of her car when she saw the lady who sat next to the gentleman in that car. Out of anger, she decided to follow them.
Lois kissed her son goodnight then switched off the light in his room. Going to the living room she found her husband who had finally returned from his travels seated watching the late news and having a drink.
“Why is he ignoring me?” she thought.
She needed answers. She didn’t understand the sudden confusion and disagreement in her marriage. It was becoming obvious to her that her husband was losing interest in things of God too. “Is it something that I’m not doing right?” she asked herself again.
“Scott…” Softly Lois called out to her husband then went to sit by him.
“Can we talk?”
He nodded in agreement.
“Am I… Am I not doing something right? You could… You could tell me… Am I having bad odor? Am I… Am I not able to satisfy your needs anymore? Is it with my meals?” She paused hoping for a response, but her husband stared at her indifferently. She sighed.
“You keep saying it’s nothing, yet with each and every passing day I feel you further and further away.” She sniffed intermittently to hold herself back from crying. “And you’ve virtually been avoiding eye contact with me and not eating my meals since Daakoa went away.”
“Please Lois! Not tonight…” He retorted. “And don’t bring up the poor girl! You virtually drove this house help back to her village just because she got pregnant!”
“Scott! What should I have done? She wasn’t ready to say who got her pregnant! She was getting rude with me! How could I have let her stay in our home with her pregnancy? And you think I wasn’t observing how you enjoyed talking with her rather than me, and how you enjoyed eating her meals rather than mine?”
“Oh so you sent the house help away because you were feeling jealous, huh?”
“What?” Lois was shocked at her husband’s remark.
Suddenly they began to hear Kyler shout out from his room!
Lois quickly then left to attend to their son. The little boy apparently was having a nightmare.
“Hey son! It’s okay! It’s okay! I’m here… It was only a dream… Mummy is here now!” She said as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. But her heart was beginning to get filled with sadness.
©Dorothy Budu-Arthur, 2016