Twinster – Part III
by Sinmisola Ogúnyinka
Photo: The Aneke Twins Source: Bellanaija.com, 2017
The speed with which Suzie Bariet cleared out an extra visitor seat and excused them convinced Daz this woman had a recorder somewhere. She didn’t want to discuss with Victor Henric in Suzie’s office, but he’d held her elbow and in his characteristic domineering mumble, which she remembered so well, asked Suzie to get a second seat and give them an hour. He hadn’t changed much, she couldn’t help but notice. Clean moustache and beard, hair cut close to the scalp, firm, dark skin packed in a designer suit, expensive shoes and a cold smile. He didn’t look a day older than thirty-four he was. Ten years ago? Manny was proof. And she was sure every vein in her neck, and the lines on her face multiplied twenty-four, her age at the time he left her.
He sat her into the chair but didn’t take the other. She had never known him to be anything other than composed, and in control.
She straightened. “I don’t want to talk in Suzie’s office. All of Ego’s Trip will have the details by noon.”
He snorted. “I don’t care.”
“I do.” She stood. “I live here.”
“I live here too. Now.”
Daz pressed her lips together. “What do you want?”
A soft chuckle escaped from his throat. “Very bold question, Destiny.” He gave her a once-over. “Where do I start?”
“Destiny is dead, you know that. Don’t call me her name.”
He gave her his back, and her stomach clenched. How could he still love Destiny? She felt miserable. She was the one who took all the risks, who fought for them, who gave him a son!
“You called yourself Destiny. You still do. Ms. Suzie Bariet calls you Destiny.” He turned to face her. “How would she have known? I bet all of Ego’s Trip, Arizona don’t know who you are.”
Daz blinked hard. Her business in New York had been as Mrs. Destiny Henric. Her brand name Destiny! her catch-phrase, and logo all had been so beautiful, she didn’t want any changed.
“You wanted everything your sister had. You still do, Daz-zline!” Victor slurred. “When will you find yourself?”
She stiffened. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re not. Until you answer all my questions.” He pulled the second chair up and sat.
Now she stood while he sat. Her mind told her to simply walk out but she couldn’t. “I’m the one who has questions. Why did you leave us? Manny and I needed you!”
“It didn’t seem so,” he said quietly. “We had an agreement. You broke it.”
Daz didn’t want to cry. She had done so much of that in the last ten years. She drew air into her lungs by her open mouth till she felt she could speak again.
“I gave up my career as an architect to live my sister’s life as a wannabe model, and actress and gift distributor, fashion designer, and make-up artist, and whatever other whims she had!”
“You liked her name better than yours, though.” He locked her gaze. “And her man.”
She let the tears fall. “You’ll never trust me.”
The story continues in Twinster Part IV next month.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
About the Author
Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a bachelor’s in Economics, is a Craftsman of Jerry B. Jenkins’ former Christian Writers’ Guild, and currently pursuing an online master’s degree in Creative Writing at Full Sail University.
She lives with her family in Philadelphia, PA.
You can read Sinmisola’s Flash Fiction column on the 4th Tuesday each month here at Pandora’s Box Gazette.