"Charles dear...." she says , smiling, stretching her hands, moving toward him. He scampers out of her way.
"What is this! What is the meaning of this," he yells, throwing the pictures at her.
Startles, she halts her advances. Her heart thumping. Then she stoops and picks the photos from the floor.
"Can you tell me what you are doing in those photos? You brought yourself as low as that because you're looking for a child. A public lavatory because of a child."
Nike turns the pictures over and over again with shaky hands. Her eyes fill with tears. Then she looks up at him.
"What are these, Charles? Where do you get them? Who are they?"
"Don't pose sham questions at me. You should tell me. Are you are not the same person in those photographs. Who is that man? You can't get away with this extramarital affair."
She throws the pictures at his face. Her hands clinching into fists. Her face brewing hot venom, neck longer and stiff, blood veins crisscrossing. Then she explodes.
"Your plans not going to work, Charles. You can't push me out of your life like that," she says, snapping her fingers. "It too late. All your actions are on my palms. It's game up. You'll fail. Tell that street girl to stay clear or I'll cover her in shame. Tell her now to stay away from you before it is too late."
Uneasy calm returns on Charles. He is staring at her, thinking about the aces up her sleeve. Is she talking about Winifreda or just making an empty threat on an imaginary foe.... Has she evidences of his amorous dallying with Winifreda. With women nobody can tell their next mischiefs.... He sighs and decides to retreat for a while. Picking up the photos, he storms into the bed room.
Nike follows him. Catches by the door. And pulls him on the collar.
"We are not through yet, Charles. You brought extramarital photos home. I have mine too to show you," she screams.
Charles pushes her away. And scampers toward the front door. He needs to escape from what is becoming a seeming madness. She runs after him. Holds him. And pulls him back to the couch. Then she goes back to the door. And locks it, and retrieves the keys into her pocket. Then marches into the bedroom and brings out an album from wardrobe. Then drops it on floor before Charles.
"Charles! This is your album," she says, her voice cool and withdrawn.
His head is resting on both hands, facing the floor. He ignores her.
"Charles I'm talking to you. This is your album. Winifreda's album."
He jumps up like a lion with life threatening wounds.
"Who! Who! What did you say?"
"I say Winifreda. Are you deaf, Charles. For three months I've been following both of you. Will you deny cheating on me. Just take a look."
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