At 10:45pm that same day, Catherine sat up from the bed. Mr. Johnson had stupidly believed her lies and had allowed her to stay the night. She’d told him that she had an altercation with her roommate, so her roommate locked up the house and traveled with the key, leaving her stranded. She said she had nowhere else to go which was why she came to him, to allow her stay the night. She assured him that the issue between her and her roommate would be resolved the next morning, that she just needed a place to spend the night. It was a lame excuse, but she spoke very convincingly and with a little drama added to it, she eventually got him swayed. She was assigned to the guest room after Sandra’s room.
Thankfully Sandra was fast asleep in her room now. Catherine had taken her bath and had lain on the bed waiting for this moment. Mr. Johnson must have gotten ready for bed by now! She thought.
It was now or never.
She stood up and went out of the room.
She tiptoed past Sandra’s room to Mr. Johnson’s bedroom, and as was predicted the door wasn’t locked. She quietly opened it and went inside.
Mr. Johnson sat up immediately he heard the door open. The room was dimly lit. Catherine closed the door and stood there, looking at him. Mr. Johnson looked genuinely surprised to see her in his room. However, the surprised look began to fade the moment Mr. Johnson realized Catherine wore nothing beyond the short, white transparent gown she was sporting on. Catherine caught that and knew the game was still on and should end before midnight.
“What are you doing here?” he stammered.
“I couldn’t sleep sir.”
“And so,” he tried to sound as harsh as he could, as if he didn’t give a damn to whether she slept or not.
“Part of the reason I couldn’t sleep was because of you,” Catherine said.
Catherine slunk closer. His sex-starved sexual organs since the death of his wife began to salivate at the sight of the firm breast bouncing his way. Catherine stopped beside the bed and looked into his eyes. The warmth he saw in those eyes drew him closer to her. The sexual desire she aroused in him was taking preeminent over reasoning. He was gradually losing control of himself and Catherine was gaining it. He prayed for something to happen, anything at all that would bring his senses back.
“I know when people are not happy, especially those around me. And I know you aren’t. I see it in your eyes everyday even when you pretend to be and it’s killing me inside. I can make you feel happy once more. All you have to do is ask sir.”
Mr. Johnson looked no better than a sculpture now, very disappointing for a man known to give commands. He didn’t know he wore his heart on his face all these while. She stroked his chin and he allowed it.
“You need to leave,” he managed weakly. “Or we will both regret our actions.”
“There’s nothing to regret. Your wife is no more and she wouldn’t want you to lead a boring life. As for me I want you, if not I wouldn’t be in here and I know you want me too. It’s written all over your face.” Come to think of it, He thought, she was right about his dead wife. He’d mourned her enough after all? Her face drew closer to his, closer and closer it got until their mouth connected and they began to kiss. He finally succumbed.
Later on, she mounted him and gave him a pleasurable ride that lasted till 5 minutes after midnight, before rolling off to the other side of the bed.
Mr. Johnson smiled at Catherine and she smiled back at him.
The black cat wept.
Sandra couldn’t help but notice her father was exceptionally happy this morning. He was actually smiling and Sandra couldn’t think of anything that would warrant that. He never smiled nor talked to her whenever he was driving her to school. Even before he got behind the wheel he was acting strange. Her inquisitive mind kicked in and she decided to find out.
“Daddy, why are you smiling?” she asked.
He caught himself. “Am I?”
Sandra perched up and smiled crookedly. “You like a girl?”
“What!” He threw a fleeting glance at his daughter, and then burst into insincere laughter to conceal his discomfort at the fact that his daughter seemed to have read his mind. “Why would you think that?”
Sandra simply looked away and shrugged.
“Janet said that boys smile when they see a girl they liked.”
“And who is Janet?”
“A friend in school.”
He shook his head in disbelieve. Children? “Well I didn’t see any girl, did I?”
“But I saw you smiling when Catherine greeted you this morning.”
“What! No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did,” Sandra challenged.
His eyes left the road to look at his 4-year-old daughter. Every inch of her reminded him of his wife; those stubborn brown eyes staring back at him, the mischievous smile on her face, the dimpled cheeks, all framing a miniature face of his late wife. And guilt over last night incident prodded his heart. But it was dismissed as easily as it had come. The thought of another round of sex was too good and powerful that it overrode every other thought. Catherine had left very early in the morning. And before she left he’d asked her to move in permanently and she’d agreed. It was time he moved on…
“Daddy, look!” Sandra pointed at the windshield, jerking Mr. Johnson out of his mental world.
His eyes immediately switched back to the road. To his surprise there was an old man standing in the middle of the road. Alarmed, his leg found the brake pedal instantly and the car came to a screeching stop just within inches of the man. The old man didn’t even bat an eyelid.
What! What’s the meaning of this! Where did he come out from? Mr. Johnson panicked and looked round him. The street was grossly under populated, so naturally there were more bushes spanning across both sides of road than buildings. He must have known Mr. Johnson plied this lonely road as a shortcut to Sandra’s school and had waited here for him. Mr. Johnson had always known the man to be eccentric but never suicidal. What did he want? Though Mr. Johnson wouldn’t mind if the man wanted to kill himself but it shouldn’t be by his car. He glanced at his daughter who was shocked too but would survive.
He honked furiously. Still the man didn’t move a muscle. He just stood there glaring at them, with the habitual cap on his head hiding most of his face.
“Daddy who is he?” Sandra asked.
“He’s your grandfather.” He honked again, still no reaction from the man.
“My grandfather!” Sandra exclaimed.
Mr. Johnson opened the door. “Sandra, stay in the car.”
“Hello Fred,” the man greeted with an expressionless face as Mr. Johnson stomped towards him.
“What’s the meaning of this? And how did you even get here?”
The two men were sworn enemies since the man’s disapproval of Mr. Johnson’s marriage with his daughter. The man had made it clear to both of them that he would wash his hands off his daughter’s life should she choose to marry him. And he’d carried out his threat by excommunicating his daughter’s family until now. He didn’t attend their wedding and had rebuffed every attempt made by his daughter to establish a communication with him. He didn’t come for her burial either. Not even his daughter’s death changed the old fool’s mind. What was he up to? Mr. Johnson was boiling within.
“That is irrelevant for now. I’m here to save you both,” the man said.
“Save us? From what!” Mr. Johnson thundered.
“You must be insane. Move out of my way now or I swear I’ll crush you with this car.”
“You’re meant to fall asleep once you hit the highway,” the man said as if Mr. Johnson never said a word.
“Get out of my way!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the man said and took out a dagger from his pocket. He began to match towards the car.
“What are you doing?” Mr. Johnson asked in confusion.
Sandra saw the man with the dagger approach their car and recoiled in fear. In a swift motion and before Mr. Johnson realized the man’s intention, he punctured the two left-side tyres of the car with the knife.
Mr. Johnson went livid and came very close to hitting the man.
“Go on. Hit me if you like but I must save you both from her nanny. You can take commercial transport or better still go back home.”
Mr. Johnson was startled, as if a stray ball had just hit him in the face, only that the ball in this case was the man’s knowledge of Catherine. How could he have known that?
“Who told you she has a nanny?” Mr. Johnson asked, sounding edgy.
“Your wife,” the man stated looking him straight in the eye.
“My wife?” He should have known the old man was going senile.
“You see Fred. There’s something you need to know about Sandra.” The man held his shoulder.
“What about Sandra?”
After a long pause the man said, “She is a cat.”
Mr. Johnson kept mute and stared at him for a moment. He’d never heard a statement as stupid as this. He’d actually thought the man was here to apologize or something. But instead the old fool chose to make mockery of his family.
“I have better things to do in the office.” Mr. Johnson said and made to leave, but the man held his left arm firmly.
“Check her scalp Fred. There’s a mark there.” The man removed the cap on his head and bent his neck so Mr. Johnson could see the top of his head. “The same mark on mine.” His bald head made the mark more prominent. Mr. Johnson could see a small circle enclosing a stub of flesh on the man’s scalp. The circle looked like it was impressed on his skin with a hot iron. “If you and your daughter want to remain alive you know where to find me.” He released Mr. Johnson’s arm, replaced his cap on his head and began to walk away from them without even a glance at his granddaughter.
Mr. Johnson watched him leave for a moment. How weirder could this man be? He thought. He turned and walked to his car. He collected Sandra and picked up his briefcase from the back seat.
“Daddy what’s his name?” Sandra asked. She had watched the whole episode from the car and didn’t hear what they were discussing. From all she saw her grandfather looked like a bad man.
“Mathew, and no more questions ok. It’s best you don’t know about him.”
The whole incident got him thinking already and he didn’t like the dimension it was going. He dismissed it anyway. The man was just crazy and wicked. Look at the mess he’d made of his car?
They both walked down the road and boarded a taxi. He would come back for his car after dropping Sandra at school?
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