Diary Of a Fusspot 16

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I woke up early the next day and knocked on Christy’s door. For the very first time, I was going to ask her for a favor. And it was a very big one.

When I got inside, I said without preamble.

“You said I could trust you Christy,”

She nodded, intrigued at the seriousness on my face.

“Then there’s something I want you to do for me.”

She listened as I explained my plan with rapt attention.

As I drove to the hospital to pick up Titi I realized what my mistake had been. I had played the helpless victim all along, powerless to do anything. But now it was time to take charge. Enough was enough. I couldn’t let Satan defeat me or take my family away from me. I was a child of God and I was ready to wage war.

Titi was excited to see me. I knew what she wanted to hear me say. As I told her of my alternative solution, her face fell but she knew it was the best that could be done under the circumstances. I had discussed the matter with Ike and we had both agreed that until we were sure of our circumstances, we wouldn’t bring in an extra mouth to feed.

I didn’t tell Christy why we couldn’t take Titi in just that we couldn’t and she hadn’t probed further. Perhaps she had sensed it must be something serious. I was realizing more and more that I was guilty of not looking under the surface when it came to Christy. That woman had the heart of gold and she agreed to maintain utmost discretion to Titi living in her house..

Ike had told me not to tell Christy of our affairs but the same rule did not apply to Titi so I told her of the challenges we were facing. To my surprise, she heaved a sigh of relief.

“I thought you didn’t want me in your home because of what happened with Ike and I long ago,” she explained. I laughed loudly.

“Well it’s good I helped clear that misconception. All that was in the past Titi.”

“I’m really sorry for what the two of you are going through. But I’ll be praying for you,” she promised as I dropped her off at Christy’s house.

For now, we didn’t know what would happen between her and her husband. We would take it one step at a time. But she needed protection and she needed sanctity and rest. Thankfully, that was something Christy was able to offer her.

 

I got home and saw an invitation in my mailbox to an interview. The company was about 45 minutes away from home.

“Perhaps this could work,” I thought to myself. I said a quick prayer. ‘Lord, you know best. I’m willing to do whatever it is you would have me do.’

Then I called Ike. I had decided to do something I should have done a long time ago but had declined to do because I was still living in denial about the court case.

“Yes, I’m at the law firm. We’re waiting for you,” Ike said.

It was time for me to meet face to face with Ike’s lawyer. Ogadima. Everything was going to be alright.

 

Diary Of a Fusspot (15)

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I drove back home with mixed feelings. I was in a dour mood and I had never felt so inadequate and helpless. Everything in my life officially tanked.

“God, I need a clue on what to do here,” I said as I pulled into my driveway.

I checked my emails hoping to see a notification for another interview but unfortunately interviews seemed hard to come by these days.

I watched a kiddie show with Anna not that she could understand most of it yet but it was good for me to see the happy smiles on her face from watching. At least someone around me was happy. As I got up to go to the kitchen to prepare diner, the doorbell rang. It was Christy. I sighed.

“Did I come at a bad time?” she asked hesitantly.

I shook my head.

After the day I had had, I needed some company. Something to take my mind off the issues I could do nothing about.

“No dear, come in.” I said

Supper could wait. Not that I had much energy for it anyway.

“I actually came back earlier but you were not around. That was after I went to our new neighbor’s house Titi to just check on her because I haven’t seen her since that time we went to visit. I was ringing the doorbell when I saw one of her neighbors who said she had gone to the hospital. Did you know she was in the hospital Chi?”

I bit my lip. I did hope Christy had not come here to get some information from me. How much of it could I reveal?

“Er yes. Actually that’s where I went. She had a nasty fall and needed to have some stitches. She fell down the stairs.” More like pushed, I thought to myself.

“Oh,” Christy said. “That’s terrible. I do hope she’s ok.”

“Yes, she’s fine.” Physically, at least.

“It’s nice that you guys have gotten so close,” Christy idly remarked. “I thought you just met her barely a month ago.”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” I said unwilling to volunteer more.

Christy sighed. Then she did something unexpected and reached over and took my hands.

“Why won’t you trust me Chi? I know something is bothering you.”

I tried to loosen my hands from her warm grip. “I’m fine Christy.”

“Let’s talk about something else.”

“You’re not fine,” she said softly. And then I wanted to swallow the lump in my throat. I really wasn’t fine, not fine at all.

“You can tell me,” Christy prodded gently.

Suddenly before I could stop it, the dam burst open and tears began to fall. Uncontrollable sobs. They racked my body and Christy held me and I was unable to speak.

Minutes later, I assume about fifteen minutes later while she was still letting me cry it out, the doorbell rang. I tried to clean my face up and went to open the door. It was Ike with an anxious look on his face. He didn’t seem too pleased to see Christy either.

As if sensing she was unwelcome, she took her cue to leave and gave me a meaningful look. I knew she would want to know what issue or issues I had that was responsible for my outburst.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Ike turned to face me. “Did you tell her anything?” his eyes blazing

“No, of course not,” I said, grateful that I had not.

“But it looked like you were crying,” he said still suspicious.

“We were talking about something else.”

He sighed and put his arms around me. “I’m sorry Chi but the last thing we need is someone going around the estate telling people our business.”

I nodded, although I was beginning to doubt whether Christy would do that to me. For a moment, she had seemed rather genuine.

“What happened Ike? You seemed worried when you came in,” I asked, searching his face.

He sat down heavily on the bed. “I had a discussion with the lawyer today and I asked him to give me the best and worst case scenario if I was convicted.”

“And what did he say?” I asked joining him on the bed.

“He said two years for best case scenario and fifteen for worst case scenario.”

I nearly fell off the bed. “Bu-t that’s impossible!” I spat out. At this point I was no longer worried or scared, just angry at the injustice of it all.“People who steal far much more in this country do not even go to prison at all. You didn’t even steal. Why would they do that to you?”

Ike put his head in his hands. “I asked him that too but he told me that such people had clout. That such people were politicians and I on the other hand was a nobody. He said the judiciary would want to use my case as an example to show that they were prosecuting fraud.”

I shook my head determinedly. “No, Ike. Enough is enough. You will not be convicted. You will not go to prison. We will not lose this house or everything we have worked for,” I said in a bold strong voice, hardly recognizing myself.

Ike looked at me in amazement. “How can you be so sure?”

I smiled. “I just know.”

He hugged me tightly as if trying to absorb my new found strength. I honestly did not know where it came from but I knew it was time to stop the pity party. And then it hit me with sudden clarity. I now knew what to do about Titi.