I'm standing in front of the cashier in the pharmacy with a box of Postinor-2, along with Gentian Violet (Desta insisted I get it for my lip), along with two 'Red Stripe's.
How the fuck could you forget?
Oh, god, I've fucked up so bad. What if I have a child, and I never get my life back on track, and I have to work on backroad for the rest of my life, and my pussy becomes nothing but a specimen fit for a biohazard lab? Or, what if I get an abortion, and I'm never able to have children again? Or—
"Ezinma?" Desta's voice pulls me from my tortured thoughts.
I look up into his eyes, and he gives me a look of utter compassion. It soothes me. "I just need you to know that whatever you want to do, I'm behind you one hundred percent."
I nod, and I feel myself calm a bit. At least I have that to hold on to — his promise to stand by me no matter what.
Jeez, when you think of it that way... it almost sounds like amarriage vow.
No, Ezinma. Don't think of that right now.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, with a curious look when he sees me reflecting.
"I was thinking about which car I should buy," I lie smoothly. I mean, I am considering buying a car, so its not that bad.
"Really? What type?"
"2008 Carolla."
He scowls, but refrains from commenting.
We are next in line, so I hurry to cash the items, which I already insisted on paying for.
I then insist on stopping at Island Grill for festival and fries.
There are many foods that will buy your way into my heart. Island Grill fries is one of them.
"Bomboclaaaaaaaat," I moan around a mouth full of fries.
"Fries... Shot... Sell off... "
I can't even make complete sentences.
"You're so dramatic," Desta says, with a smile in his voice as he pulls into my driveway.
"I love Island Grill fries."
"I can see that."
