Too much mystery

Ay, now the plot thickens very much upon us – Duke of Buckingham (1628 – 1687)

Dear Di,

I didn’t get a chance to ask him as the doctor came in almost immediately to see Adrian and discharge him. We decided to spend one more week so he can come for check up before we leave for Nigeria. Andrew took us to his aunt’s house in Suffolk, where her husband has a farm saying he didn’t want us to accrue hotel bills when his aunt’s house is empty. After the first night, I fell ill. It was probably something I ate that didn’t agree with my system or I’d picked up an infection. The doctor was called to the house and he ordered some drugs and insisted I rest. Rest? When Adrian was not fully recovered? When the doctor left, Andrew came into the room to give his own instructions,

“Jas, I saw your expression when the doctor said you needed rest. You will rest. You are no good to Adrian if you don’t get better soon. And trust me, I’ll chain you to the bed if I have to. A cousin of mine will be over later to help take care of Adrian. She’ll come with her son who will keep you company and ensure you rest while I take care of some matters.”

“Yes sir!” was all I could reply. A little boy couldn’t stop me from getting up or so I thought until I met his cousin Sarah and her 11-year-old son Tyrell. After introductions were made, Sarah said to her son, “Make sure she rests.”

I smiled.

Tyrell was a miniature version of Andrew. The resemblance was striking. My head began to do calculations and I actually wondered if he could be his son. When Sarah came into my room, after Tyrell had gone to get me yoghurt, I couldn’t resist needling her.

“You have a lovely boy. He actually has an uncanny resemblance to Andrew?”

She looked up from what she was doing and smiled.

“Yes, he does, doesn’t he?” and went back to what she was doing.

I knew I wasn’t going to get any information from her side, so I kept quiet while she tidied the room. As she was about to leave she said, “You would have to ask Andrew whatever questions you want to ask and clear the doubts in your mind so you both can have a meaningful relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship,” I protested.

“Tsk, well, you will be soon. You hold a big place in Andrew’s heart, don’t forget that because…look at me, I’m already rambling. I’m a sucker for romance.” With that she left.

I wanted her to ramble. All these suspense was literally killing me.

Tyrell came back and I couldn’t help it, I asked.

“Where’s your father?”

“You should direct those questions to my mother. Wasn’t she just in here?” He asked with a look of innocence.

Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.

“Don’t be smart with me.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised immediately, “but if I’m going to ensure you rest I’m not supposed to be answering questions of that nature. Now, if you want to talk about Chemistry I would be happy to oblige.”

At my shocked stare, he continued.

“Do you know that krypton in the series “Smallville” is actually a colourless inert gaseous element?

I shook my head. Was a young child this age supposed to know such things? As he kept talking, I didn’t know when I drifted off into a deep sleep.

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