His Wife

Chapter 34

I rang Leslie's phone but once again I was faced with no answer. I park my car got out. I watched the busy thoroughfare and cross the road the minute I was made capable and walk the distance to the lane that was bustling with major activity. I pass through the crowd that dotted the lawn and made my way care freely past the onlookers.

Why had I not wait at her place? I had a key and would have felt more at ease there than here in the unknown environment of Kameel's mother's memorial. It's just that I had waited so many days to see her. I needed to be with her, and also I had a nasty feeling in my gut where that creep of a producer was concerned. He might seem charming and charismatic but he was shallow and crude as they come.

I continued past a group of gyrating women who were making the most of the music and providing their bit of entertainment. I was making my way to a stall thinking I would get me something and just wait a bit for a familiar face from Kameel's entourage that would probably aid in me finding my wife.

I scan the night after requesting a malta and a pack of salted nuts from the woman whose heavily lashed eyes probe me with blatant curiosity. I smiled my thanks as she handed them to me and told me the cost, fishing my wallet from my pocket I took out a Nanny and hand it to her.

As she took it from me her boney fingers with her brightly colored nails grazed my hand in an attempt to send forth her interest. I could not help but grin. She was old enough to be my mother but when did that ever stop anyone. I smile politely at her as she handed me my change and stared openly at me her intent clearly showing in her cheeky grin. I deliberately reach for my change with my left hand to show I was taken. Her eyes went to my band but it did nothing to defuse her interest.

"So what else can I do for yuh?", she asked smiling wider showing off a set of dentures that seem to click each time she spoke.

I turn to the busy night in front of me then back to her and ask "Do you happen to see Kameel around?"

"Well him an a group of people come nuh too long a went up to the house", she informed them ask, "You a rich music man too?"

I could not help but laugh at the way she preened herself as she asked this. I was busy taking her in that I did not see the man who made a quick retreat for the house after I reply. "No but my wife is Leslie Winslow maybe you know her, she's a childhood friend of Kameel's"

"Whay yuh a seh Les is yuh wife! She is me daughter fren too enuh. I see she came a few hours ago with her brother", she said smiling widely losing a bit of her effort to attract me.

"You don't happen to know which direction they went?" I queried hoping for a helpful answer.

"No, but check the house and see, my daughter Kimberly might help", she said and offered me a detailed description of the young woman before smiling at me again.

I took her work-worn hand, gave it a warm shake then left for the house in hope that I did not have to search for Kimberly too and I was yet to see Ian in any of the groups gathered near the house which was blaring some energetic calypso music.

I was inside the house standing in a spacious living room occupied with people sitting down and chatting, others moving too and fro while at a table lined with lunch boxes and an assortment of other items two women stood busy wrapping serviets on plastic spoons and fork I made for the table but in my doing so I felt someone bump into me causing me to stop in my tracks. I watch as he moves away on a haze of ganja smoke without so much as a backward glance.

My attention was brought away from him when someone touches my arm and I turn to see Estelle much to my surprise.

"Don," she said somewhat surprise, "I wasn't sure it was you".

I gave her a save it glare which she promptly ignores as she took my hand and begin to direct me to a door that was slightly ajar, once inside she shut the door and smile at me.

"So what's going on?", she asks after realizing I was not going to make a move to speak.

"I'm looking for my wife", I replied moving back to the door.

"Hey," she calls stopping my progress. I turn to her impatiently. "I know sorry isn't going to change what I did but am sorry for taking advantage of the situation I was upset."

"Estelle let's not waste each other's time ok," I told her firmly. "You'll always be the spoilt little girl who believes she's obligated to anything she desires."

I watch as she looks sadly at me and back further into the room her supple body framed out in a skin-hugging black leather dress that rested on her smooth thighs, her feet were encased in a black ankle strap peep-toe bootie. Her locks hung loose falling over her shoulders to her ample breasts whose nipples push against the glossy fabric of her sleeveless dress, a telltale sign she was braless.

Estelle was a beautiful woman but selfish and shallow. There was a time when I loved her but her selfishness had crippled that love and now all I saw was a telltale sign of the demise I had missed when I did not hesitate to walk away from her toxic treatment of others' feelings. I was rather fortunate.

"I messed up Dan I know but I don't want to lose our friendship. I can't lose you too."

I felt the barrier around my emotions losen and I walk over to her and tilted her bent head up and stare in her eyes shimmering with tears. She bit her chocolate matte lips as if trying hard not to let go of her control. I leaned down and kiss her between her perfectly arched brow as her hands came to hold mine I rest my forehead against hers. We stood like this until I heard the door open and I pulled away only to see Ian and a young woman standing staring at us.

The look on his face was enough to state what he thought was happening. I watch as he pulls the woman out of the room and slams the door I sighed and move further away from Estelle thinking I should leave.

"Dan?!"

"Stella I need to find Les before Ian does," I told her going to the door.

"Who's Ian?" she asks coming towards me.

"The guy who just came in, Leslie's brother."

"Wow," I heard her breathe then added. "I should come with you."

"Why?"

"I need to apologize to Leslie too."

She moves to pass me and walk to the door and open it pausing for me to follow, as I walk behind her out of the room I did not see the smirk that lifts her lips or the twinkle in her now tear-free eyes.
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