“You’re married, Joy. Nothing should start in the first place.”
Several minutes passed before her reply came.
When it did, it was different.
“You’re right.”
The next morning, I stepped outside expecting awkwardness.
Instead, Mummy Joy greeted me normally.
No winks.
No strange smiles.
No secret messages.
A week later, Bro Kola announced that his company had transferred him to another city.
Within a month they moved away.
As the moving truck pulled out of the compound, Mummy Joy glanced at me one last time.
She smiled.
Not the mischievous smile from before.
Just a quiet smile that seemed to say:
“Some stories are better left unfinished.”
And that was the last time I ever saw her.
