Missing Christabel

Episode Ten here and One

 

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Final Episode Best forgotten!

 

Three days later, Lola and I were in the sitting room watching the 6:30 p.m. news when a light knock came at the door. Lola got up to go answer the door.

“Oh, Christabel, it’s you.” I heard her call out in a slightly alarmed tone. “How are you? Please do come in.” She stepped aside from the door and I turned and watched as Christabel walked into the room smiling brightly.

“Good evening, Madam Lola. Good evening Mr. Elvis.” She greeted stopping just a few feet from me.

“Good evening, Christabel.” I replied returning her smile. “Please have a seat.” I gestured to the chair adjacent mine, and she nodded and walked over to sit down.

“You are looking much better.” Lola commented coming back to join me on the sofa.

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don’t be so choosy!

Sometimes I hear a lot of people… ladies particularly… complain on how they badly need a man – a life partner.

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But when I look closely or listen closely, I find that many of them are just way too choosy. You want him to have all that and still be on time to propose to you… girl, who are you kidding?

Making money and reaching the heights take time… you want him on time… join him to build!

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Operation Stop The Wedding!!!

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The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” – Jarod Kintz.

Episode Twenty-Seven

As they went down the Carter bridge, making their way steadily into Western Avenue, a trickle of laughter escaped Alex.

“Gosh! Your family is hilarious.” She said breaking the companionable silence that had accompanied them from the house. “They are unbelievably hilarious and mischievous.”

“They surely are that and more.” Reginald agreed quietly still not sure he wasn’t really mad at them for putting him on the spot like that in front of Alex.

She angled her head at his tone. “You should be used to them by now, so you shouldn’t look so put out.” She chided mildly.

He sighed and shook his head. “I am really. Matter of fact I can be just as mischievous, meddlesome and annoyingly tactless as they were.” He told her with a side smile.

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42, 000 years after death and still preserved

A perfectly preserved baby mammoth which died 42, 000 years ago is on display at the National History Museum in London.

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The mammoth was found in 2007 in Siberia, Russia by a reindeer herder who named his discovery – the mammoth – Lyuba, which in Russian means love. Yuri Khudi and his sons stumbled across it while searching for wood along the Yuribei River.

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Apologies

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My sincere apologies for not bringing Missing Christabel this weekend. I had quite a lot to do and the Power Company here wasn’t willing to make it easier.

I promise to bring the last two episodes next weekend – Friday and Saturday – unfailingly.

Do please bear with me and hope you enjoy the final episodes.

Thank you.

Happy Weekend

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I was out late with friends when I first saw her.
It hit midnight, she was just waking up.
She was just getting out of bed.
It was four in the morning.

She was putting make up on.
She was getting dressed after morning sex.
Five in the morning she clocked into work.
She cracked the horizon.

I saw her first.
The first in the neighborhood.
I saw the weekend first.

 

**By Quinton Horras Yard culled from hellopoetry.com**

Operation Stop The Wedding!!!

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I want to be craved by you. I want you to think about kissing me as much as I think about kissing you. – Unknown.

Episode Twenty-Five

It was a Friday evening and like so many people already trooping into the Rumours club, Reginald was thanking God it was Friday and the hectic week was finally over. He’d had to travel to Abuja for a Presentation Meeting with his creative team on Tuesday and had only gotten back yesterday.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t been viciously hounded by yearning thoughts for Alex. Christ! He’d been miles away from her yet the unquenchable desire that gnawed his insides was slowly becoming a desert-dry thirst.

Almost at his wits end on what to do about the tormenting feelings, he’d been contemplating storming her office and taunting some kind of response from her when her call had come through. Ama had contacted her to help them check out their wine choices and since that wasn’t really her area of expertise like cake, she needed him there.

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