One of his men brought me a bouquet. I’ve never had a bouquet before, and I never planned to have one, because that’s one of the things you’ll hardly see me crave. I was just not your regular woman.
“There is no space for that in my home,” I replied. “I’d rather hang out with you tomorrow than accept a bouquet.”
He smiled and signaled the soldier to return the bouquet, and the soldier did.
“Okay then.” He scuffed. “I’ll return tomorrow. I just hope you don’t change your mind, rich man’s daughter.”
He whined up the glass, and gently-gently, the jeeps left in a single file, including the soldier who had come to call me out for the general.
“Will you hang out with him?” my driver asked. “Remember he has wives and children who wouldn’t mind casting stones at you if they see yo
