Chapter Seventy-One – The Quarrel.
Someone was behind me? I tried not to run but headed towards Charles and my siblings. It could be only one person. My ‘napper’.
I sat besides Charles with tension visible on my face.
Before be could ask what was wrong, I bet, his eyes caught glance of a tall dark man on black leather jackets and sunglasses. This cloudy day. One would think it was the CIA's from movies.
“Bye, Chloe. Thanks” I said when I remembered Chloe was still on the call.
“Be safe. Call you later” she said worriedly and turned off.
(Later that same day)
I took John from Charles and went inside slamming the door hard on Charles face. Gladys just stood outside with him, blank faced.
How was it my fault if someone had been following us at the park? The park was a public place. Even murders could happen there!
But he had to blame it on my ‘unimportant call with Chloe that nearly endangered my life'. Well, we are back home, he could live freely.
