Dr Monteseri's Decision
He lifted Nene to her bed, cleaned the cut wrist. and lay a plaster on it.
He gave her ORT.
“Ekaite, wash this towel and get more warm water.”
“Yes Sir,” she said.
“Massage her body. She is feverish. I will look for drugs.”
“Yes Sir,” she said, and hurried out with the towel in the bowl.
He picked the razor and the slashed doll, and walked downstairs.
“Chatie, put these away.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
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He started on the broad Stanley Avenue, driving in a SUV jeep. Then he put a call to Ndi. The phone rang, and discontinued. He dialed again. It fell through. There was no ringing tune. He threw the phone on the other seat. And swerved the car into a parking lot. He alighted and scurried into a pharmacy store.
“Can I help you, Sir,” asked a middle aged man.
“Yes, Madam. I want that drug,” he said, pointing at a pack on the shelf.
“Your prescription, Sir.”
He smiled. Then brought out an id card.
The woman read through it. Then handed it back to him. She gave him the pack of drug.
“Thanks, Ma.”
He paid her and drove off.
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He joined the slow moving traffic.
Ndi is tired of our relationship, he wondered. She thought I am her he-goat. She hasn’t seen anything yet. We shall play the game together to the end of the road.
Then he turned right into a side street. After a straight run, he stopped by a modern one storey building.
He dialed a number.
“Kate, I’m at the gate.”
“I will send the gateman,” a feminine voice replied.
“Thanks, Kate.
The gates opened instantly. He drove into the beautiful, serene residence. The scent of the bright flowers hung in the air. Water spouting from hoses pipes sagged down the blades of carpet grass. Far off was the latest model of German Mercedes jeep.
He tapped a hanging metal bow on the door. The door flew open. Kate was standing there in a long pink gown, smiling at him. Her cheeks with ripe dimples. Her eyes lashes fluttering nonstop.
“You look beautiful always,” he said, smiling.
“Come in, naughty boy” she replied, pulling him in. And shutting the door behind them.
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