Chapter 14
“Kurt says you own a gallery.” Trinity said to Diola Achike.
Diola smiled her distinctive smile that extended from her mouth to her wide-apart eyes and made Kurt ache to put his head on her shoulder and tell her all his worries. She said, “Yes, yes, I do.”
“And he says you’re a wonderful painter.”
Diola slanted dark-brown eyes at Kurt. Her smile broadened. “He would say that, won’t he? He’s my son.”
Kurt met her gaze and grinned. Mummy Diola stood next to her husband, one arm hooked through the crook of his left arm. Her hair, mostly black, a few grays, had been gathered into a bun. Her round face bore her normal benevolent, warm expression. He could tell she liked Trinity. Although, Mummy Diola had also been as warm as sunshine to his ex-fiancées: Grace and Abomeli. She wa
