THE RETRIBUTION (The Enigma of Kenzie Williams)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The box creaked as Randy opened it. Dust particles flew into my throat and I coughed severally as my eye turned into a bright red. Beneath the cover were cardboard, maps, and calendars.

"What's this?" He asked holding up the cardboard with some drawings on it.

"Oh, it's a sketch of shapes, solids, and angles."

"What are those?"

"You see, the shapes are divided into four. The quadrilaterals are where you have your rectangle, rhomboid, rhombus, and trapezoid. The triangles where you have scalene, isosceles, and equilateral. Your polygons like pentagon or hexagon and then you have your circle."

"The solids?"

"The solids are divided into two. Solids and conic sections. The solids are cylinder, tetrahedron, prism, sphere, pyramid, octahedron, and the like. Then the conic sections are ellipse, parabola, and hyperbola."

" Then the angles are right, acute, obtuse and the like right?"

"Yeah."

"You're a bookworm. No wonder you're so boring."

"I'm not boring, I'm just really smart."

"So, you're a nerd?" He dragged the words so much that I had to giggle. Then it turned into a chuckle and finally erupted into a real of heartfelt laughter.

"My dad used to love these," I said suddenly serious.

"And that's where you got it from?" He said pulling out a crucible.

"Maybe I don't know. I haven't talked much about him since the day he was shot."

"Why?"

"I just... Felt it wasn't that important."

"You felt your dad's death wasn't important?"

"No, it was. It's just that..... he used to do some horrible things when he was alive that I started to hate him."

"Things like what?" He asked finally taking a sip of his sweating cola.

"He was abusive," I said not hesitating for a second.

"He used to hit my mum. He didn't show much love when he was alive so, when he died, I didn't feel any different."

"How did you feel?"

"I felt he died when he was supposed to, how he was supposed and in the hands of whom he was supposed to."

"Wow, that's deep!" He exclaimed as he sank his teeth into a peach.

"I made a mission to avoid everything he loved, like lychees, beetroot, and apricot."

"I support you on the lychees. They are utterly disgusting."

"Why are we talking about my dad when we could talk about something else like me making you something to eat? Would you like that?"

"I would love it." He said and escorted me down the stairs.

*****

The potatoes were boiling away merrily as I crushed the tomatoes with a pestle. I poured the crushed tomatoes into a pot and poured in the grated pepper and onions. I stir-fried it for some minutes then, took out the potatoes one by one and placed them in a bowl. Then I started to mash. I mashed it into a paste and deposited the paste in shaped trays. With the help of a wooden spoon, I gently placed little quantities of the sauce on top of the paste and plebe the tears in the oven. I closed it and sighed

"Man, that was tiring."

"At least you have a portable kitchen where you can get your utensils fast enough. My kitchen is about the size of the cloister."

"I've never been to your house before. What's it like?"

"Easy. It's a rotunda."

"That's all?"

"Yep."

"I'll visit sometime."

"You promise?"

"Yeah."

"Wee!" He exclaimed jumping around
"You're a child," I said and laughed as the time dinged.

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