Chapter 303

Cindy didn't call again. I finally had a rare normal weekend too. On Sunday morning, Uncle Jackson and I went to the two-bedroom apartment to do some cleaning and housekeeping. It finally looked like a home after a busy morning. Just then, Uncle Jackson's phone rang. It was the delivery man. Uncle Jackson glanced at me nervously and informed the man our house number. He had been honest all his life and didn't know how to conceal his emotions. Even his guilty conscience was plainly visible. "Whose delivery?" Uncle Jackson took another glance at me and stammered. "Douglas… knew that I was moving, so…" I hadn't expected Uncle Jackson to tell Douglas about our renting situation. Then, thinking about how they'd privately contacted each other yesterday, I helplessly tried to explain. "Uncle Jackson, Douglas and I…" "Why?" Uncle Jackson suddenly raised his voice, interrupting me. He glared at me and continued, "We are open and sincere. Nance… You're also excellent. Why is it impossi