Nortey Jr., Sam - Thumbwars [Avidbook, MF, Contemporary, New/Young Adult, Urban Fiction] Chapter Eight
Relief coloring her words, Aunt Kokui exclaimed, “Finally, we’re here! Richard, welcome home.”
The car stopped in front of huge, black gates. Whatever lay on the other side of them was impossible to see from where I sat in the car.
Wearing a bone-straight, platinum-blonde, bob-styled mass of hair, a person opened the gates.
Hiding her face, she was using her hand to avert the blinding head beams of Uncle Oti’s car.
She had a smooth, ebony complexion. Her neck craned forward, and her body was uneasy in its movements. Her posture seemed to indicate she was waiting for someone or something other than us.
As the car entered the house, I, at last, found her eyes. Their piercing almo
