Well...
If you must know, I'm still tiptoeing around the house. Mum has not said anything, Dad has not said anything, but I am still at home, still being fed, and still being given my allowance.
It makes me wonder if I actually over-rated their reaction if they found out I was the person that saved those boys from drowning. Maybe they would have been proud of me. Maybe they would have believed me. Maybe they would have encouraged me to even do something with my talent so to speak.
I will never know for sure how they would have reacted though. Because I wont own up to doing that.
Its really funny, like it never happened, you know. School has returned to normal. George is happy that I stayed to work, but I am smarter than him. Some weeks ago a young slim tall girl came to meet me that she wanted to learn how to swim. She said her dream is to compete in the Olympics one day. The only glitch is her Dad is afraid of water as his little brother drowned when he was younger, but that was ages ago. Unfortunately his fear of water grew with him, and now none of his children knew how to swim, or were even allowed to go near any body of water bigger than a bathtub.
Ozioma a.k.a Ozzy was ready to bypass her father's fear to fulfill her dream. I have been teaching her for weeks now and I must confess she is an avid learner. I plan to groom her to take over from me when the semester ends in two weeks time.
Meanwhile, I do not understand what Don is up to. These days he's sooo reserved and has been watching me carefully like I will soon dissappear or something. The other day I was an hour late to the pool house, I met him at the entrance, walking back and forth like his wife was in the labour room giving birth. When he saw me he calmed down, and tried to pretend he had not been worried.
It is not comfortable to know that I do not know where I stand when it comes to him. To be honest, there is not definite label for our relationship, other than close friendship. And I don't want to be his Nigerian fling, as I know he would soon return to the States, but its becoming a source of worry for me.
Ok...I know I said I could not date anyone after Fred, but let's be realistic here, we are talking about a woman's fickle heart. Adriel, as a figment of my imagination I am sure you are sworn to secrecy so I can tell you this: I like Don. I like Don A LOT. Ok. I have said it out.
He's just confusing me. I must not forget the fact that the minute he's through with his research he'll be gone. I guess its a good thing I am grooming Ozzy for my job. When I quit finally it will end seeing Don all the time as well. And that is in another three weeks, when school ends.
I am thinking of travelling off somewhere, maybe go visit my cousins in Ilorin, Kwara state, or maybe go to Lekki and stay for a while. Hopefully the tension at home would have eased by the time I return.
Hopefully
