Yvonne looked at him who stood by the door staring at me with wide eyes. Hurrying to the table I pulled a chair waiting for her to sit.
Between her and I, communication between us is strained and we both know that but then, she owed me an explanation for what happened last night, her constant murmurs, and the things she said. I bet on my life, if Creamy Joy had a hand with anything that happened to her, then he will have himself to blame because I wouldn't forgive him, I wouldn't.
At least, this morning she seemed to have woken up from the good side of the bed, she didn't argue when I asked her to sit.
"Thank you," she murmured.
With a slight nod on the head, I replied to er before moving to stand on the stove, as I stirred the egg frequently, avoiding it from burning.
Putting the scrambled eggs on the plate, I placed some fried ripe plantains beside it. The aroma was one to kill for, and I know she is going to love it.
