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June 30
I reached Jane's apartment before it was 12pm. I didn't know what else to do after Mrs. Uju chased me out of her house.
"Who is that?" Jane asked as she turned the door knob at the opposite end.
"Perer," I said.
"Come inside."
I moved silently and quickly towards the couch and waited to see what would happen. The sitting room light came on, blindingly bright; I blinked as I sat tensed.
"Are you sure you are alright, Perer?" Jane asked.
"I am fine," I lied.
Jane stood steps away from me, covering her breasts with both hands. She was wearing a tank top and a plain white skirt. I knew she was worried about my sudden visit so was I.
"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, wondering if she had made the best approach to get into my thoughts.
"No, I am fine."
"You don't look fine to me," she raised her eyebrows. "What happened to you?"
I kept q
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