Contd
Paloma Perez.
I scan myself through the security panels at the gate before walking into the estate. The moment I step inside, I notice the energy is different. The housekeepers are in little hushed circles. I can’t hear what they’re saying but I have a feeling that they’re all whispering about the same thing.
Emma sees me. She is Grachi’s daughter and the first to break away from the group to approach me.
“Hey, is it true that Mrs. Tika thought you were the Paloma in question? Did the Don really try to shoot his own son?”
A few heads turn toward us and I don’t answer at once.
“I mean, come on.” a boy adds. “You and Rebekah are, like, friends, right? The mowing team said they saw it happen.”
Suddenly, all their circles begin to break apart and re-form around me. Goodness. Eve
