To go on medical vacation! Partly why, as she packed her bags, I insisted she carries a pair of fancy shades to slide on during those evening walks at the beach. Assuming there was one near the hospital! I doubt. But you get what I mean. Anyway, mom returned only a few weeks back on 25th August, a week shy of a major event on my calendar. Also, it was quite daunting having to shuffle between catching up with mom and focusing on the long hours of rehearsals that had already been on-going for some weeks.
Thank God, the event was a great success. Except, just when I thought I could then have the following couple of days to recuperate from the bustle of the previous weeks, mom unfortunately passes away on Tuesday, 6th September!
This is where Sheila, my cousin, comes in. If you like to get anything moving or sorted expeditiously, this is definitely your go-to girl. Trust me! I wish I were exaggerating! Are you looking for the tastiest samosas in town? Or you simply need an expert tailor to adjust your suit? I certainly do! The spa closes 10pm, but madam Fixer already made a couple of calls earlier while en route to Kampala, to book us in.
Since we checked in rather late, our menu options are sort of limited. Or maybe we preferred not to do much. The other sophisticated stuff can be done over the weekend. After a lengthy morning-into-the-afternoon meeting on Saturday, the evening finds me driving back home and arriving in the nick of time for us to make our way to the spa.
We arrive and pull over in the parking lot. At the reception desk are three ladies. Once I was done cleaning up, I dried up, wrapped that little white towel round my waist and returned to wait in my quiet room. As I sat there, a memory came to mind of a weird tale that a friend of mine had recently narrated. The story goes that she once visited a massage parlor somewhere in town and things unexpectedly slipped out of hand. Quite literally! At pm my masseuse walks into the room.
