A white door to a furnished room turns in as a female giggle comes to an end. In comes Marion, a red patent leather handbag hanging with the straps holding around the crook of her elbow. The other hand pulls a travel case behind her, Koke trailing it with his hands in the pockets of his skinny black pants.
He looks around in admiration. “Wow. This looks heavenly. How many dollars do I owe the landlord? Just in case.” He says.
“Mmm....I'm not really good at foreign exchange mathematics but I think....” Her pointer touches the base of her lower lip.
“Anyway, don't stress. We are in the same boat here. It's a shame making you suffer with the situation.” Auntie Fina's son comments.
“Hahaha. How come you're an accountant?”
“Money mathematics is different from the impoverished type.”
The psychic pouts, nodding as the two exchange knowing looks. She requests him to take a seat on the three-seater white sofa that faces a simple rectangular and transparent glass table with black legs. Behind the couch is a large white cabinet, a continuum to the white wall that stretches from the entrance to the space.
The lad slowly lowers himself while he glances behind. He continues his visual inspection of the place while his host moves to the cupboard. She opens one of the compartments, picking out two highball glasses before disappearing out of the vicinity briefly.
“Hmm. Do you really ever touch these surfaces?” Koke asks.
“Yes, I do.” Marion's voice sounds from the other end. It's not any long before her figure in a white pair of hugging jeans appears in front of the dude, presenting to him a glass of a rich yellow drink. “It's just that I observe a lot of hand hygiene in here. I want the place to remain as perfect as it is for so long.” She seats at the other end of the sofa, a seat's space away from the visitor.
“Mmm? Unless Uganda is no longer as dusty as I'd left it.”
“Eish, yeah. I mean, that's the challenge. I bow to such dust that can come up to this level.”
“It can, with stronger winds. What about your kids? Won't they help out in tarnishing the walls?”
Auntie Catherina's daughter looks up thoughtfully. The junior accountant doesn't accord her the time to think further as he bridges to the statement, emphasising his dislike for children. The belle defends her desires, saying that by the time the minors come into her life, her liking of the space will be lower.
They sip from the glasses and Koke appreciates the taste of the lady's offer. Marion winks at him while she welcomes his gratitude. Silence follows for about five seconds before the lad clears his throat.
“Soo, how did you end up in the CID? And, are you really there legally? As in, did you get some police training? You know, all that stuff?”
The psychic sighs, resting her treat on the table in front of them. “Someone at the foster home connected me to the CID. To be sincere, I should say, it is some kind of illegal arrangement but that isn't of concern to the head of the department. After all, I'm helping out with investigations. Yes, I'm paid, still kinda illegally but of course I deserve the appreciation. How on earth do I interrogate a suspect in a multi-million shillings scandal and I walk away with a thanks? Heh. And by the way, in Uganda, shit is complicated but at the end of the day, if you have the money at your exposure, given the fact that it is being offered to you for your participation, you gotta grab it. You know. Did I tell you that I was unemployed for a long time and I was so broke? I wished for this.” She gestures with an arm waving to indicate the whole room.
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FALSE Clairvoyance
De TodoKoke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one. He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
