The President last day

Chapter Four

Minutes after Mrs. Johnson ordered for a taxi, she had strode to the street where the taxi would come to take her. She was hungry and she didn't know how she could go about it. She had ordered for a taxi and if the taxi should arrive she couldn't eat anymore and she couldn't keep up to it and she sighted an inn. And for the fact that she was grieving from an ulcer, she couldn't wait any longer. Though she intended to buy food before she arrived at Henry Ford Kingswood hospital, it skipped her psyche. She looked at the left and the right expecting the taxi to have arrived so he could visit a takeaway. It seemed she needed to ease. She looked around again for a public toilet and chose to visit the one in the hospital she just exited. She paced into the hospital.

"I am sorry, I hope no one is here?", Mrs. Johnson asked while pointing to one of the restrooms.

The toilet attendant who was tidying a nook nodded her head in approval to what Mrs. Johnson asked. She stared at her as she was going in. It seemed the toilet attendant knew her personally apart from being a journalist on international television. She was carried away to the extent that the mop she held fell, she bent forthwith to take it. Minutes later, Mrs. Johnson came out of the restroom and thanked her as she headed towards the exit. Mrs. Johnson paused for a moment when she almost caught up with the exit, she seemed to have lost something. She then paced out, she initially thought she lost something, but she saw it forthwith she checked her bag. She peeped through before she came out, she thought the taxi had arrived. She stepped out and heard a car horn by her left, it was the taxi. It was the same taxi that came to drop her in the morning. When she saw it, she knew it was it.

She moved towards the taxi and implored the driver to give her some minutes to purchase food. The driver nodded his head. She strode to a nearby takeaway. Forthwith she entered all eyes were on her. She wasn't comfortable. She had to join the short queue she met. And for the fact that she kept the driver waiting didn't do down well with her. She thought in her psyche may be to let go the food and ordered when she arrived at the inn she wanted to lodge. But she remembered her situation and the doctor's warning. Within the twinkle of an eye i,t was her turn to be attended to, when she bought the food she paced through the exit forthwith.

She was about to enter the car when troops of police approached the taxi though she did as if she didn't see them since she had nothing to do with them. Suddenly, the driver was ordered to open his taci. They showed him an identity card, he seemed moody forthwith. Mrs. Johnson was still pushing to the limit to discern what was wrong. She though blamed herself because she was the one that delayed the driver. Mrs. Johnson couldn't allow the driver to be taken away with the car without interfering. It seemed the police were from one of the nearest station.

"Please, can you follow us to the station", said one of the police.

The driver looked speechless. He didn't know what had gone wrong. Mrs. Johnson was short of words. She couldn't withdraw herself because she didn't know what exactly was the offence of the driver. She signified using her head for the driver to enter the car. Though the driver reluctantly did. Mrs. Johnson entered the car with them to the police station. She seemed to have lost her appetite the way she sat and looked at the nook of the taxi. She tried to console the driver because they both sit beside each other while the two of the police sat in the front. The remaining of the police had taken another route with their car. And he asked diverse questions when they were mumbling behind the two police. When they arrived at the police station. Mrs Johnson was well welcomed.

"Please, can I see the chief of police?", asked Mrs. Johnson.

The two police looked at each other as they reluctantly answered her question. Mrs. Johnson seemed to be losing her cool. She rarely got angry. One of the things that made people love her so much. She had been asking the police several times what the offence of the driver was but they kept mute. They told him to follow them into the station. She was directed to the policemen at the desk. She headed in when she was attended to. She used her hand to signify to the taxi driver to remain cool. The taxi driver was disappointed by the situation. Some of her information was collected and filled in a record book.

"Oh! Wow, Mrs. Johnson, good afternoon", said the police chief forthwith she entered his office.

Forthwith she saw Mrs. Johnson he was awed. The police chief noticed he didn't saw her on the media that morning because she was the one that did give information in the morning. He used his hand to direct Mrs. Johnson were to sit. Though before Mrs. Johnson entered, the police chief was phoned from the police reception to confirm if he wanted to receive a visitor because he isn't open to receiving anyone for the day. He initially wanted to turn down the meeting, but he reluctantly allows the person not knowing it was Mrs. Johnson. He would have complicated the circumstance for himself if he had turned down to meet her, it seemed the gods were behind him.

He tried to persuade her for a drink but she refused. The police chief was initially busy glancing through some files on his table before Mrs. Johnson entered, he implored her to give him some minutes to conclude what he was doing. Mrs. Johnson sat and her eyes were busy glancing through the office walls. She was reading different texts hung on the wall. It seemed the police chief is done with what she was doing. He was arranging the files into the locker and Mrs. Johnson seemed ready to converse. She asked what the offence of the taxi driver that was arrested some minutes ago. The police chief wanted to confirm what she was saying and he phoned the reception, he was given the full information. Mrs. Johnson seemed reluctant to know what the offence of the taxi driver was.

"It is doping", said the police chief.

Mrs. Johnson was short of words. She thought through her psyche. She felt like asking the taxi driver herself. Though the police chief was expecting a reply from her. The reason the taxi driver was arrested for doping was because of the manner she was driving, they suspected him. Mrs. Johnson asked if they had confirmed it before he was arrested, but the police chief calmed her that they had taken him to examine it. She thanked the police chief and asked where the taxi driver might be. They both stood up and headed to where the driver was being examined. They spent hours before the result of the test was released.

When the result came out. It wasn't doping, but just reckless driving. The taxi driver fine was reduced. Mrs. Johnson decided to pay. They all shook hands. Mrs. Johnson consoled the driver not to worry himself. It was already twilight. Mrs. Johnson was already feeling some pains in her stomach. She rushed into the car, they headed off to the inn she had made ready and he ate her food while the driver was driving.