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neck was covered with small beads of perspiration. Suddenly, I wanted to lick her skin. I put my lips to her ear and tickled her lobe with my tongue.
    ‘Sweetheart, what is bothering you?’ I murmured.
    She gave me a light smack in the face and shifted away. With exasperation, she flung her hand in my direction as if swatting a fly.
    ‘Kingsley, you’re getting on my nerves with all these questions. Can’t you understand simple English? I’m just tired.’
    Her words whizzed past my ears like bullets. My eyes were transfixed by her hand. The red-strapped wristwatch was brand new. Dolce & Gabbana. She noticed me staring and dragged her feet under the bed in one swift movement. The action drew my attention to an equally new pair of slippers. Despite my blurred appreciation of the things of this world, I recognised the huge metal design across each foot. Gucci.
    Head up, eyes open, I asked, ‘Ola, who gave you these things?’
    She turned her eyes to the floor.
    ‘They were a gift from one of my friends who travelled abroad,’ she replied in a wobbly voice.
    I felt strange. Something was different. It was not just her bizarre attitude. Something else was amiss.
    ‘Who’s the friend?’ I asked.
    ‘I’ve told you to please stop asking me questions. I’m really not in the mood.’
    We remained sitting like that for a while. I wanted to tell her about the letter from Shell Petroleum and about how heartbroken I was. I wanted to tell her how much I was dreading applying for other engineering jobs. But she maintained such a hard look that my voice evaporated. Then I remembered the apples.
    ‘Here,’ I said. ‘I got this for you.’
    From the corners of her eyes, she inspected my outstretched hand.
    ‘Leave it there,’ she replied.
    ‘On the floor?’
    ‘Yes.’
    I dropped the polythene bag.
    ‘Actually I need to rest,’ she said, still without looking at me. ‘I’ve had a very busy week and the week ahead is going to be even busier. You know I’m working on my project.’
    I nodded slowly and stood. She accompanied me outside, maintaining a pace or two behind me. When I slowed down for her to catch up, she slowed down. When I stopped and looked back, she stopped and looked askance. Outside the hostel, she halted. I stood with arms akimbo like an angry school headmaster and walked back to where she was standing. The girl needed a severe talking-to.
    ‘Now listen to me,’ I began. ‘I can tell everything is not all right. If there’s something you need to get off your chest, why not just let it out? There’s never been anything we couldn’t talk about with—’
    ‘Kingsley, I really don’t think you should come and see me again.’
    My mouth fell wide open. I completely forgot that I had been in the middle of a speech that was designed to bring about world peace.
    She hesitated and looked away.
    ‘Right now I just need to focus. I’m really under pressure.’
    I sighed. Of course. Her schoolwork was bothering her. Sometimes, project supervisors could drive you up the wall and right into the concrete. Ola was so engrossed in her work, she did not want to be distracted by romance. I looked at her with awe; she had just inspired me with fresh admiration.
    ‘Ola,’ I said in the most understanding of tones. ‘Take it easy, OK? Just let me know when you’ve finished your project and I’ll come and visit you. OK?’
    ‘Kingsley . . .’ she began fiercely.
    From her face, I could tell that she was composing a different sentence.
    ‘You’d better know that my mother is very unhappy with you,’ she said eventually.
    ‘Unhappy with me? Why?’
    She averted her eyes.
    ‘Kingsley, I have to go. Have a safe trip.’
    With that, she turned and disappeared inside.
    Back at the motor park, I located the vehicle going to Umuahia. The station wagon had almost filled up, when a haggard woman approached. Her bony body was outlined under an oversized blouse that was drawn in at the waist. A grey skirt fell to