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Femi stood at the door quietly, his wife was having tea with the Queen again. The room oozed wealth. The curtains were of solid linen, the furniture was off the finest wood. The jade green Persian rug complimented the bed frame with its king sized bed.
There was his wife, dressed in a gown with white pearls around her neck. It was a gift from him on her last birthday. The curtains were drawn open which let in light from the hot sun. Femi stepped in to see his wife sitting with tea cups displayed on the table. Another chair stood beside her that she continuously talked too. The chair was empty, there was no Queen.
He coughed to catch her attention. She looked at him then back at the empty chair before standing up . They ended up in a tight embrace in the middle of the room. He knew something had shattered in his wife’s head, the drugs that filled the cupboard testified to that.
He could not blame her, losing three children in a car crash had not been easy on him either.