.” you reply, as you lay back down, and you feel his side of the bed shuffle. You begin to doze off slowly, your mind still reeling from the dream, ...nd your cunt soaked beyond belief. You see the clock move over to 2:08, and you close your eyes. Immediately, you feel a hand clasp over your mouth, and you open your eyes wide, panicked. You feel a knife pressed hard to your neck, its wielder intending to show you they aren't afraid to use it on you. You feel someone's hot breath come down to your. After goinglong on the deal, we fell to chatting about family stuff and theforthcoming birth."The Baby's expected in three weeks. Are you coming over?"I hesitated but Grandpa Weston gently took the phone from my grasp andanswered."Of course she'll be there, she's the daddy isn't she?"I gasped at his impudence to think he could speak for me, only Simonecould do that."Grandpa!" I spluttered, "I, - I'm not ready! It, - it's dangerous outthere!" Of course you're ready girl. I just saw you go. I wanted it all to last. I wanted to learn something new about her every day, just like I had when she was alive. I knew I didn't have the patience for that... but I just wanted her to last.I opened the diary again. I didn't start reading exactly, I just slowly flipped through the pages. There was more to see that just wasn't written, like more four-leaf clovers, pressed to the pages. My mom had always been really good at finding them at my grandma's house. When I couldn't, she'd give me hers. “It’s supposed to be the smell of Africa.” Her comment was so matter-of-fact, but the aroma didn’t do that much for me. We had been in western Kenya and among the beautiful peoples of the Kikuyu, Luo, and Kalenjin, but this smell did not smells take me there. This had to be something else.“Does it work for you?” I asked.“Not even close,” she said. When she was in the shower, I picked up the book. Turning to the table of contents, my eyes fell on a story entitled “Saffron.” I could still hear.