Kenya, July 10 -- I believed he was dreaming when he called me by her name for the first time. We had just concluded our prayer. "Carol, come closer," he murmured as I turned off the bedroom lamp. I went cold. His ex was Carol. Two years before our meeting, she lost her life in a vehicle accident. He said that discussing her was uncomfortable; therefore, I had never even seen her picture.I made an effort to ignore it. Perhaps that was an error. Perhaps he was chatting in his sleep. The next Tuesday, however, he returned home with a package. There were gold earrings and a crimson silk outfit inside. Try the garment on, he suggested. I chuckled. "Where are we heading?" He gave me a serious look. Simply put it on. I'd want to see something. The clothing was mine. It was close. Not even my fashion sense. He grinned as if he had seen a ghost as I emerged from the bedroom. To read more, click here.
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