Friendly Foe.

       Samantha's Hood. 

~Dare Ofegu~

"Do you think I should send her?"

I slackened the pressure of my legs on the exercise machine, my hand still gripping the handles, but my eyes straying to Imara who was standing few throws away. 

We were in the gym house and twas just 10:00am. 

"I thought every human knows the best thing to do."

I didn't want to take those words of hers as scorn, so I tried very hard to ignore. 

"Sometimes some decisions are not so clear, so it does not harm to get ideas from others."

She whirred in my direction,

"Sending her money would only make things easy for her. She wouldn't have to squat with anyone anymore."

I stopped ridding and threw her an ogle,

"Dummy. She isn't squatting. She's living with someone very dear to me. Someone to whom I'm very Dearing. She would treat her like she would her mother."

She replied,

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