Chapter Four
Fate
Mandal.” Oba groggily whispered.
Oba, in a state of deep sleep, slowly was waking, and turning she was trying to make her eyes focus. Beretta pointed, eyes stark, Mandal leered at more lightening bleaching her eyes. It was cataclysmic, final, tears flooding down those Sapphire eyes as she made eye contact with the African.
RED DOT on her chest.
“Are you fine, darling?” Oba, eyes closed, purred, smiling.
Tears streaming, mouth trembling, 22 behind her back, Mandal, the consummate actress, acting no more, smiled, moved into the bed, laced something under her pillow.
Feeling the warmth of Oba’s skin, seeing her smile, Mandal, as a child, she once was one, touched Oba’s face, leaned in and kissed her, whispering as she did.
“Yes my lovely, fine, just a drink of water.
