After a long while of them bugging me with their several question, she had the audacity to ask.
"Hey, please give me his number so that I can give him a call," she said.
I gasped. Her friends were shocked to hear their friend say such given the fact that she was married.
In a polite manner, I said, "Sorry Yvonne, I do not have his number. If you girls do not mind I will like to have a nap now. The doctor emphasized on this before I left the hospital," I added.
At least, it made them leave.
"Alright, see you later Yvonne and quick recovery," the bided goodbye and left.
"If I had his number, what then would I have been doing in that vicinity meddling with these gossipers?" I thought out loud.
The old clock in the parlor just turned 7:00 p.m, and the dirty bird that always announced the new hour came out singing their song!"
