Dial - Season 1 - Episode 91

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 91

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Angel opened the door for me.
Dark-skinned, curvaceous and petite, she looked really beautiful that morning, reminding me again of how much I had enjoyed being with her.

It was the apartment I had rented for Evangelina, located at a respectable neighbourhood inside East Legon. It was detached and enclosed, with a clean, beautiful compound and part of a gated community.

She was wearing a very short black skirt and pink shirt, her pert feet encased in soft white slippers with tufts of feathers on it.

I had wound a turban around my hair, and I had put on a beautiful pair of sunglasses that hid my eyebrows and eyelashes.

The collar of my Polo T-shirt was turned up, and so the only tell-tale feature about my aged feature was my moustache.

She stood looking at me with her beautiful eyes, and a slight scowl on her face.
“Yao,” she said gently. “You look different, somehow. Are you okay? Why have you dyed your moustache?”

“A long story, Angel-darling,” I said with a deep sigh. “I’ll explain in a moment. Can I come in?”

“Sure, sure,” she said and stepped aside to allow me to pass through into the beautiful living-area.

Rachel, tall and fair, royally-formed, was lying on a sofa when I entered. She was the sensitive one, easily affected by stress, always sad about one thing or the other. But I had enjoyed her company the most, more than the sisters, and I had really felt sorry for hurting her.

She sat up slowly when she saw me, still in a morning-robe, and gawked at me with so much shock on her face that it struck me again how awfully I had changed in the space of a few days.

“Yao Biko!” she said tremulously. “Is that you?”
“Rachel, it’s me,” I said with a forced smile. “How’re you? You can’t imagine what has happened to me. Where’s Eva?”
“Right here, darling,” Evangelina said as she emerged from the inner room, wearing only a white bra and skimpy white jeans shorts, her dark skin glowing radiantly, her curves incredibly displayed.

When I turned toward her, the smile died from her face, and she raised her eyebrows at me, and the surprise was evident on her face.

“What the fu*k happened to you?” she asked in sharp voice. “Are you going to audition for something? You look old!”
I smiled thinly and flopped down on the settee.
“I do look old, Eva-darling,” I said painfully. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Sit down, girls, please. There’s something you must do for me, I beg of you. If you don’t help me, I’m going to die.”
“What’s wrong, Yao?” Rachel asked, getting up and coming up to me. She sat down beside me and took one of my hands, and she gasped when she saw the beginnings of wrinkles on the back of my hand. “What’s going on? Is there something wrong with you? Have you got some bad disease?”

And so I told them.