I went quiet.
“Are you there? Jenny talk to me now”
I finally found my voice and replied;
‘I am here. What do you really want?”
I barely refrained from my temptation of calling him ‘Emmanuel’ as I normally would after having sex with him. However, with the chain of events acquiring a dramatic twist and things threatening to go awry, I quickly realized it was in my best interest to try reverting to my ‘pre-escapade’ relationship with my uncle. To act otherwise would mean a confirmation of Aunty Mabel’s ‘accusations’.
“haba. Are you that pissed off with me? Am really short of words now. I know you are upset and quite rightly so. I just wanted to tender my unreserved apologies for Mabel’s behavior this afternoon. Am really really sorry. I don’t know what came over her”. Uncle Emmanuel gushed.
“But you told me she was on vacation with Junior out of the country. Why did you have to lie?” I snapped back.
“She actually travelled but came back home unexpectedly and started behaving funny. I really don’t know why she started acting all suspicious. She kept checking and picking all my calls. I suspect but don’t want to believe Joseph called her. If that’s the case, the boy is leaving my house right away.” He explained.
“sha don’t make any rash decision. But just try to sort out Aunty Mabel and let her know there’s nothing between us o. Because I really don’t want any trouble and I don’t want you quarrelling with her over me” I stated bluntly.
I made that declaration half trying to ‘redefine’ my relationship with my uncle and half sending my uncle a thinly veiled warning to control his wife. Although I must confess I felt a little stupid after making the statement.
Uncle Emmanuel paused and replied after some moments; “is there really nothing between us?”
“Is there anything?” I retorted.
“Er…em…I thought we shared something special? I don’t think we need to over react. I have handled Mabel and everything is under control. Besides, I think it’s better we hook up and talk about it. When can we see so we can talk? He asked pleadingly.
“Uncle…em…Emmanuel, (I still struggled with the idea of continuing to call him ‘uncle’. I had unconsciously started seeing him as…lips sealed!), I am not sure we seeing is advisable o. I would prefer we don’t see till all this is sorted out. I really don’t want tongues wagging’.
“Naa. Don’t worry dear. No tongue will wag. I‘ll come pick you tomorrow even and we‘ll hang out at Vixen Bar- it’s on the outskirts of town. Don’t worry, I ‘ll handle it.”
After a brief pause, I asked;
“What time are you looking at?”
‘6pm. See you at 6 tomorrow’, came the response.
“Ok then” I replied sounding reluctant but really looking forward to seeing him again.
“And er…Jenny…yesterday wasn’t a mistake. It’s the best thing to have happened to me. I sure do hope you feel same way.”
Without waiting for a reply, he hung up.