In The Hollow Of His Hand
On a cool Saturday morning, after saying my morning prayers, I chose to stay in bed a little longer. Jake and I had been very close friends for about a month. I reminisced on all our conversations. I wondered when he would ask me to be his girl since I had seen all the signs. The response to that question had been hanging on my lips for about a week. Then a phone call interrupted my thoughts.
When I saw the caller, I quickly picked the call.
“Hello.” I said.
“Where are you at?” He asked.
“In my room.” I answered.
“I am driving towards your hostel; I will be in front of your door in less than ten minutes.” He said and hung up.
Immediately I heard his last statement, I jumped down from my bed, sprinted to the bathroom and had a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and wore a navy blue gown. I was done within five minutes. Whilst I did all this, Dianne kept asking what happened and who called but I simply told her to chill. I knew I wouldn’t be ready if I answered her questions.
“You were saying?” I asked when I was done and sat on the bed.
“Oh! You have my time…” She sat up to respond.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“One minute.” I said as I stood up to open the door.
I quickly adjusted my hair before I opened the door.
“Hello Cee.” He said and came in.
“Good morning Jake.” I responded.
“Hi baby sis.” He greeted.
“Hello Brother.” She replied and burst into laughter.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…