Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Divorce paperwork

In a jiffy the door creaked open and the prison warden pranced into the visitors’ waiting room with Mr. Fanny; it was then Mrs. Fanny raised up her gaze which had been downwards all along.

His hair wasn’t a clean cut any more, dread locks filled his scalp, with jaw carpeted with grey, neatly-carved beards and mustache. The orange overall was closely fitted due to the muscles and tight skin underneath, and a tattoo of an axe was stamped on the right arm, while on the left arm Kate was stylishly written with a shapely flower by it; he had earned this in its entirety within a short while in jail. His eyes held fire, lips paused dryly and eyes blinked once in an interval. As he sat opposite, Mrs. Fanny, his wife, he asked her a million questions with his malicious glare and sadness that hung on his brow.

“You have ten minutes,” the prison warden reminded them and quickly tucked away, standing and staring at the liveliness in the prison through the window.

For a minute only their offensive stares did the talking as they kept to their stares, rolling eyes at each other and waiting for who will be the first to break the silence.

Mr. Fanny smacked his lips. “You are the last person I expected to see,” he groaned unlocking his gaze from her, after noticing the changes on her bodily features; she had grown bigger bust and the beauty radiating from her face was one common among women who got sufficient sexual needs from their men; also she was much younger than her age now; you know that motivation behind a woman’s idea of keeping fit and younger for her man in order to seize his attention from other women.

“Because your evil still pricks you, the evil you committed against us.”

“And what make you feel you are more righteous,” he added very furiously now and his eyes dropped in anger, as he locked eyes with her.

“Of course, I am. I have never lied to you for once, have I ? I am yet to be awed by more of your lies that will confront me soon.”

His lips trembled as though what he was about saying next was full of vibration, “The cocaine business I did in New York was for the sake of you and Kate. I needed to provide for my family and protect them too.”

“You lied to me all this years,” her voice shrieked.

“Yes I lied and everything including the lies was for you and Kate.”

She barked, “Keep shut Fanny. You know I hate liars and you know virtually everything about me because I breathe honesty. If you had told me you were into drugs I wouldn’t have quenched hell fire on your ass. And I wouldn’t have been stunned in court when it came up.”

His eyes blinked like a million times. “Is that the reason you want a divorce, eh? Kate told me everything.” He shook his head regrettably. “To think of the fact that you could stoop so low as to go out with our family lawyer and now want to marry him and divorce your husband that had stood by you for eighteen years is maddening.”

“But at least he isn’t a liar. He tells me this is red and I know it really is and not red-black.” A tear was escaping by the corner of her eyes, as she sniffed and caught it in handkerchief. “When we were much younger in love. I had promised you if you would be truthful to me nothing would part us except death. How come you are alive and it seemed we have parted indeed. Why would dishonesty part us instead of death? What value and lifestyle are we teaching Kate?”

He barked, sitting up, wishing the handcuff on his wrist could give him room to slam his hands on the table and drive sense into her. “I should be asking you that queen of truth. You are divorcing me because of mere lies that could be swallowed down your throat with a cup of coffee. What are you teaching Kate? I was in jail while she remained with you yet her nude video entertained the whole world some days ago?”

“Keep shut!” she barked, standing up like a tiger.

“You keep shut too!” he barked harder, the vein in his neck bulging out. “Are you not teaching our daughter, to go about divorcing husbands that come her way each time they utter a lie?.

She spoke at the top of her voice.“I don’t give a damn about you and your philosophy about me. I have made up my mind and it stands.”

He built up a stony face and groaned, “You should have told me, you needed a man to screw your dirty ass while I am away rather than dwell on lies I told years ago.”

She raised a brow at him and shot her carnivorous stare into his face. “If I want to really have sex with a man I would do it right under your nose and you would do nothing, do you understand that, Fanny Liar? “ she said calmly and collectively, ensuring each word was delivered with a target at his heart and mentality.

Fanny’ eyes became watery and in few count of seconds tears would rain down his cheeks. His words came in stuttering even when he struggled to keep a pace. “Yo- yo- you know we can iron this out without burning bridges.”

She cut in, hell no nanny’s boy. I am burning the bridges already because I don’t need it to come back to your miserable life anymore.” She buried her hands into her handbag, pulled out a white file and laid it on the table. “I finally filed a divorce petition with the local court. This is your copy of the divorce paperwork.”

He stuttered as the tears surged greatly as droplet of water descending from the surface of leaves. “You know I don’t need this now. I am still in jail. My heart is still heavy with the hurdles and misery in here and my undying desire to unite with you people again.”

Her face went dead when she said, “Are you still interested in a wife that stoop so low as to go out with the family lawyer, eh? Don’t you think she may not taste as sweet as she used to,” she winked and added, “Listen up, I have moved on, you know and she has moved on now. You know what, keep building your body and those dreadlocks while you serve your jail term, I and Kate will be fine.”

“Your time is up!” The prison warden interrupted with a warning look hanging on his face.

“Don’t worry I can keep your divorce paperwork. It is just a reminder.” She picked it up and slid into her handbag.

“You can’t do this. You can’t,” he said as the warden struggled to pull him back into the jail. “You can’t do this to me.”

Slowly his voice died away and she snorted tapping her fingers twice on the table and stared into the space…