Few Strays III


"When will you pay my dowry?”

  That was more of mumbling than a statement. She leaned on her right arm, eased her muscles, allowed the remonstrating blood rippled through the yenning veins.

  Her husband posed opposite the berth she was Lain. That question should definitely prod an answer from him, but he wouldn’t proffer a riposte so soon. Many incentives were knotted at the tail of his holding back: She twiddling to face him tossed an insinuation with resplendent implications: the  idea of she-would-say-more caveated his glottis from percolating.

   “Dede is done saying this over and over. Even Nene hadn’t held back.”

    That was veracious. Her parents had champed it in their mouths lik

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