I can not recall the number of sympathisers who thronged our residence during the sad occurrence. But I took note of the presence of Aunty Debbie, my class teacher, who led five others on a condolence visit to our family over the death of my mom. The principal must have chosen Aunty Debbie as the leader of the delegation because of her relationship with mom and I. Being my class teacher brought her close to our family, especially my mom who was in constant contact with her for regular updates on my academic progress.
Much more than that, however, Aunty Debbie has a gift of the garb. She’s the school’s choice when it comes to excellent speech delivery. And when it was time to address us, she held everyone spellbound with an inimitable tribute to my late mom and a soothing spiel of solace for our family.

In fact, dad stood in awe of Aunty Debbie’s elocution as he received the letter of condolence from her. For a moment, attentions shifted from our grieve to her gift. Basking in the euphoria of her brilliant declamation, Aunty Debbie hugged dad and I as she led the school’s delegation out of our house.
Two days later, she returned with a basket of fruits for us. That was the day dad and Aunty Debbie exchanged contacts.
Shortly after the burial, dad told me he had engaged Aunty Debbie as my home lesson teacher. I was shocked. I didn’t tell him that I needed a lesson teacher. Even if I needed one, I would have preferred a science teacher. But I wouldn’t argue with him over this. I thought he was only trying to do everything to support me especially after mom’s passage.

Each time Aunty Debbie came to teach me at home, she came with gifts for dad. Later, she came with cooking ingredients and prepared soup for us. Dad was all over her, thanking her for her kindness. For me, this was getting too much. We didn’t need her to do all these. We have a house maid who does most of the chores including cooking. I guess dad endorsed her actions. I kept quiet.
Our house maid, Felicia was not comfortable with her as well. She told me that Aunty Debbie wanted to date my dad. Though I suspected that much, I dismissed the thought. Both of us resolved to monitor her activities.

Since the outbreak of Corona virus, dad has been working from home. He upgraded his study with a new table, a sofa and split unit air conditioner. So, most times after the lesson, my teacher would join dad in the study. To do what? I kept wondering. One day I asked my dad. He said “Debbie comes to give me regular updates about your learning progress and areas that require more attention. She is quite passionate about you” I couldn’t have doubted him. But I knew something was cloudy somewhere.

Felicia soon stumbled on a clue. My late mom’s younger sister came to pick me for a weekend with her children. Dad asked Felicia to go with me. His reason: he would be out of the house throughout the weekend.
Felicia and I returned home Sunday afternoon. We met dad at home. Apparently, he didn’t go out as had claimed. Even his car didn’t leave where it was parked. I didn’t ask him though.
While cleaning dad’s room the next morning, Felicia saw female und!es and br@ spread on a metal rack in his bathroom. She called my attention to the strange discovery. I checked out the two items. Definitely, they don’t belong to my mom. Since she died three months ago, we not only cleared her stuffs, but we also locked her room. Besides, the p@nts and br@ are of big sizes. Mom was slim.
There and there, I concluded that they belonged to someone of Aunty Debbie’s stature....
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