CHAPTER 3
"I'm Sexton Samuel Earth, beside me is my only daughter Sexton Lovlyn Emanuella" the father introduced..the boy's attention was diverted to the young figure sitting opposite to him and very close to her father. He reluctantly spared a few seconds for observation, he couldn't shun the attention of the young and beautiful goddess who frowned back at him,his Idiosyncrasy was betraying him.her little figure sat well on her wafer-thin body,, she had a decanter shaped wrist and her complexion had an Impeccable,, ochrous hue,,her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, bettle-leg eyelashes. A sculptor couldn't have fashioned her seraph's ear and pixie's nose any better.. Her hair was ebony-black and it tumbled over her slim shoulders.
The boy whose attention was still fixed on Emanuella, noticed her calamine pink lips,, her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mints,, it lingered in the room.. Every feature about her depicted riches and wealth,, she was damn beautiful, he acceeded..
"you are in my humble paradise "Mr Sexton continued bringing him back from his dreamland, The boy cursed himself for having a pang of interest in her, in the family, they seemed generous. He quickly cast the thoughts away,, he shouldn't trust anyone,, he mustn't
"How did I get here" The boy asked again, but in a remorse voice. "Hmmmm, did you mean how you were saved from your inevitable death?" Emanuella countered,throwing him a scornful expression..
The boy had shown his recalcitrance and was still holding onto it, he didn't regret his action, he had to do it if he was going to save his baby brother from starvation.. His only regret was being hindered by the angry mobs.. "we saved you from the Mob and brought you to our home" Mr Sexton declared...
It appeared that both father and daughter was there to witness his impending doom.. Emanuella was there,, the pretty little girl knew he was a thief,, he developed jaundice immediately.They both witnessed the theft..
It was a beautiful,, sunny afternoon, a ten year old boy dressed in a khaki shot and a polo shirt which he had earlier stolen. The wears had been washed and spread on a line to dry by an anonymous owner who had never thought he wouldn't see the costly clothes again..
The young boy had watched his six and was certained nobody was watching neither when he disengaged the clothes from the line.. The short and polo fitted him perfectly,, he loved the wears, his new look, his pair of shoes was still in good shape, he smiled to himself and walked majestically to the market with only single objective,, take and run.
The boy sauntered into a restaurant unsure of what to steal,, he sat on a chair and observed the place intensely.
The uniquely textured walls produced a smooth yet flowing look, the plants that clapsed to the walls ever so freely gave it a natural appearance, the marble tiled floor beneath him gave the restaurant a clean yet warm appearance..
The soft cushion seat on which he sat let his body sink right down In it.. The window that surrounded the table presented an open feelings,, he noticed the comforting smiles that the employees wore and the soft Italian music playing,, he felt a bit relaxed, the aroma of the food resurrected the worms that had been quiet for a while..
He remembered he hadn't feed the poor organisms for two days,,he placed his palm on his belly and thought "Easy guys, I'm sure you guys are famished, I'm too but unfortunately this is not about us" his baby brother was sick and hungry,, he had been crying all night and wouldn't stop, he presumed he was hungry, it was about his baby brother, he affirmed...
He was amused by the fascinating lights that formed an inscription "The Olive Garden", he presumed the restaurant was named The Olive Garden.. It must perhaps be the most exquisite place in that area,, he concluded...
