Falsely Accused
Sixty-Three.
When I finally wake up, I am anxious, apprehensive, perturbed, overwrought, keyed up and even flurried.
When this woman, the famous strange woman who hasn’t told me her name started calling me, I never gave a hoot on whatever she really wanted to say. It never mattered to me.
However, as time went by, I started getting interested in listening to her, getting to know what she has up her sleeves and getting to understand why she has to trade as a private caller.
Come to think about it. I know mum’s most friends and I hope she is amongst them because then, I will easily believe whatever s**t, she wants to tell me.
Well, I don’t think she is though. Don’t you think I would have recognised her voice? Or maybe she has tampered with it.
Why has it taken so lon
