The Honeymoon Game

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holding hands. My mum had changed into a fresh set of clothing like the rest of us. She wore a simple blu

t made him look twenty years below his age. He really didn't

ss. I simply wore a denim jacket, on a short flowery dress. And Elvis l

l ?" It was Mr L

left him. I think he would be here in

f he took two hours to dress up, it was his business. And if he doesn't step out of his room at all fo

ll can find his way." Mr Louis held my mum

fter Dianna into the copious, furnished dining room. Mr Louis held out the seat for my mum, Elvis did the same for Dia

ood aside with an apron tied around her waist. She was

hem. "We have mashed potatoes, Chicago-style Hot dog, roasted beef, served in

first move, dishing mashed potatoes int

mum chatted lightly and smiled and Dianna laughed loudly at whatever jokes Elvis told her, I at

ing on here, am I missing so

I don't come off as been desperate.

o long, Darnell

he said instead, igno

day to see you since our arriva

here now," I heard his grin from his voice.

ou at the pool! Hi,

r palm smoothly. "It's lovely meeting you, miss Dianna." His eyes met with mine when he rel

now i remember clearly where i had seen him. The same lunatic that spilled my drink over my dress. What th

the corner of his lips shif

asked. The whole eating ceremony pau

on to answer, dragging his tone to l

rom her seat. I could feel her eyes on me, w

ssed that you're Mrs Maria's lovely daug

a ," I said, fac

dn't make any sense to me that he was acting all nice after our unfriendly

or that.' my inner

everyone on the table had their eyes on me, i decided it was wise to play along. "The pleasure is all mi

e pulled my hands up to his lips, pecked it gently, and even when I struggled to p

ouis announced. And at last, the j

steadily on me, from opposite the table. When I lifted my eyes to grab

y daughters, Mrs Maria

sweet thing to

do Fiona ?"

at him. "Huh?" who told him he h

know each other, you could tell

side of his dish before chipping in. "I think that's right Darnell . You know I

a social right activist," I answered,

Dianna here owns a fashion brand, which is also e

r home," Dianna answered, looking about her, as though

our home now, we're families." He

head bent over my meal. I had lost my appetite the m

something?" T

idn't realize my murmuring had sounded out. "Oh I sai

eered at me, in an

te aside, wiped my lips with a sovereign and rose to my f

" Dianna noticed, probably becaus

enough food on this table

y mum asked with conce

nd hurried over to the steps, needing so desp

ng deep, calming breathe. How on earth am I suppose to put up with this anno

uld have done the same. He didn't have the right to make me feel bad about it now. I paced the

kept pacing. I had promised Ma that I would try to get along, but how does one prete

I can't be under the same roof as their son and to avoid dramas that could disrupt the peace

at had already been hung on the hanger. If only he hadn't spilled my drink on me and made me slap him, just maybe, things would h

r any personal belongings that I might have left hanging. There was a

was no way that could be Dianna. It didn't so

re was no response. "Look, I really want to

," the voice came back

the door open, then at once closin

me open the door again. I had jammed hi

ached for his han

I only wanted to..." I stammered to a stop, wh