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Ola
"Aunty, please beg Madam. It is the devil that made me do it." The driver's pleading hands faced Ola
Ola
He looked uncertain, glancing at her mother.
"I said get up!" Ola
"Mom, if you're going to sack him, then sack him and have him go right away," Ola
The man gasped, as if he had not expected her to say that. Her mother looked surprised too and glanced at Ola
"Yes, madam. Thank you, madam. God bless you, madam."
The man was still singing his thanks as Ola
She told Odenigbo about it on the phone, how it repulsed her to see that elderly man abase himself so, how she was certain her other would have fired him but only after an hour of reveling in his groveling and in her own self-righteous outrage. "It could not have been more than four cups of rice," she said.
"It was still stealing, nkem."
"My father and his politician friends steal money with their contracts, but nobody makes them kneel to beg for forgiveness. And they build houses with their stolen money and rent them out to people like this man and charge inflated rents that make it impossible to buy food."
"You can't right theft with theft." Odenigbo sounded strangely somber; she had expected an outburst from him about the injustice of it all.
"Does inequality have to mean indignity?" she asked.
"It often does."
"Are you all right?"
"My mother is here. I had no idea she was coming."
No wonder he sounded that way. "Will she be gone before Tuesday?"
"I don't know. I wish you were here."
"I'm glad I'm not. Have you had a conversation about breaking the spell of the educated witch?"
"I'll tell her before she says anything that there's nothing to be discussed."
"You might pacify her by telling her that we are trying to have a child. Or will she be horrified at the thought of my having a child? Some of those witchcraft genes may be passed along to her grandchild after all."
She hoped Odenigbo would laugh, but he didn't. "I can't wait for Tuesday," he said, after a while.
"I can't wait either," she said. "Tell Ugwu to air the rug in the bedroom."
That night, when her mother came into her room, Ola
"Thank you,
"I see." Ola
"Mrs. Nwizu will soon stop telephoning to tell me she saw him there," her mother said. "She said something catty the other day about people whose daughters have refused to marry. I think she was throwing words at me and wanted to see if I would throw them back at her. Her daughter got married last year and they could not afford to import anything for the wedding. Even the wedding dress was made here in Lagos!" Her mother sat down. "By the way, there is somebody who wants to meet you. You know Igwe Onochie's family? Their son is an engineer. I think he has seen you somewhere, and he is very interested."
Ola
She got back to Nsukka in the middle of the afternoon, that still hour when the sun was relentless and even the bees perched in quiet exhaustion. Odenigbo's car was in the garage. Ugwu opened the door before she knocked, his shirt unbuttoned, slight sweat patches under his arms. "Welcome, mah," he said.
"Ugwu." She had missed his loyal smiling face. "Unu anokwa qfuma?Did you stay well?"
"Yes, mah," he said, and went out to bring her luggage from the taxi.
Ola
"Nkem!" Odenigbo said, and hurried forward. "It's good to have you back! So good!"
When they hugged, his body did not relax against hers and the brief press of his lips felt papery. "Mama and Amala are just leaving. I'm taking them to the motor park," he said.
"Good afternoon, Mama," Ola
"Ola
Perhaps Odenigbo had spoken to her about how serious their relationship was, and their pla
"Amala, how are you?" Ola
"Welcome, Aunty," Amala mumbled, looking down.
"Have you brought everything?" Odenigbo asked his mother. "Let's go. Let's go."
"Have you eaten, Mama?" Ola
"My morning meal is still heavy in my stomach," Mama said. She had a happily speculative look on her face.
"We have to go now," Odenigbo said. "I have a scheduled game later."
"What about you, Amala?" Ola
"Yes, Aunty, thank you," Amala said, her eyes still focused on the floor.
"Give Amala the key to put the things in the car," Mama said to Odenigbo.
Odenigbo moved toward Amala, but stopped a little way away so that he had to stretch out and lengthen his arm to give her the key. She took it carefully from his fingers; they did not touch each other. It was a tiny moment, brief and fleeting, but Ola
"Go well," she said. She watched the car ease out of the compound and stood there, telling herself she was mistaken; there had been nothing in that gesture. But it bothered her. She felt something similar to what she had felt while waiting for the gynecologist: convinced that something was wrong with her body and yet willing him to tell her that all was well.
"Mah, will you eat? Should I warm rice?" Ugwu asked.
"Not now." For a moment she wanted to ask Ugwu if he too had observed that gesture, if he had observed anything at all. "Go and see if any avocados are ripe."
"Yes, mah." Ugwu hesitated ever so slightly before he left.
She stood at the front door until Odenigbo came back. She was not sure what the shriveling in her stomach and the racing in her chest meant. She opened the door and searched his face.
"Did anything happen?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" He held some newspapers in his hand. "One of my students missed the last test, and this morning he came and offered me some money to pass him, the ignoramus."