“Then help me understand.” He threw his arms in the air. “Maybe it doesn’t add up with you but it does with me.” “I have been raking my brain trying to make sense of everything but I haven’t found anything that makes sense. “How come?” He asked, his eyes dancing about in befuddlement. “He is four years old,” she answered incuriously. “…so I won’t ask you something that obvious. “I know he’s my child,” he pointed towards the house where they had just come from. It was as if he was searching for a passage into her soul. Instead of answering, Tulani raised his head and looked at her with a very puzzled expression on his face. “I don’t need to ask you the obvious question but,” he was nervously rubbing one foot against the paved ground, his mind doing summersaults and not landing straight on anything. “There’s something I don’t understand,” Tulani told Natasha as they stood outside by his car. He knew without a doubt that the boy was his the eyes, the nose and the general shape of his head all screamed his DNA. Tulani’s doubts about the boy’s paternity were crushed the moment he laid his eyes on him. If indeed the child is mine, shouldn’t he be about three years old or something? He wondered. If the child was four years old, then there was no way he could be his since he had only known Tasha for four years and some months. On his drive to Natasha’s place, Tulani did some mental calculations in his head to determine whether Sean could really be his son.

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