Chapter VI
VI
Back in her room, Eniiyi wasted no time delving into the notebook.
Monife’s scribbled notes, page after page after page, were devoted to the Falodun family curse.
Eniiyi had heard of the curse. Every now and then, her grandmothers would discuss it, and then they would change the subject when they spotted Ebun glaring at them.
But of all the secrets haunting their household, Eniiyi had been the least interested in the history of the family spinsters.
She had never thought it might have anything to do with her. It was just folklore.
Still, having it all laid out on the page was interesting.
Aunty Monife had been a good writer, and Eniiyi devoured the tragic tales of women in love, women trying to survive, women having the rug pulled out from under their feet.
The tales always ended with the female in question thrown out of her home by her husband, sent back to live at her father’s house.
Reading story after story, she could see both Monife’s talent and her obsession. It was strange reading about her flesh-and-blood relatives as though they were characters in a novel. She found the actions of the women questionable. Then she turned a page and came to Grandma West.