An Immortal's Favour

Jack- Setting Off

"This trip should be your choice, not your mother's," she said. "In fact, I'm perfectly alright with visiting Eddie on my own. I just thought you'd want someone to take your mind off of what happened with your old friends. Please don't feel as though you're obliged to do this."

Shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot, I parted my lips, pausing for a moment. "I'll see you downstairs, Gale." I couldn't even look her in the eye.

Her head bent down briefly, but she lifted it back up, smiling weakly. "See you in a few minutes. And shouldn't you be calling me Boahinmaa now?"

"Sorry." She moved past me and stopped.

"If you're having second thoughts, tell me," she said, waiting. I pursed my lips, saying nothing. Gale sighed and carried on walking, disappearing behind one of the white walls at the turn of the corridor behind me. Soon, her footsteps fell on the main staircase.

After the most of the other trunks had been lugged and stashed away into our car, I led her to Mother's office, the ground floor one furthest away from the family living room on the other side of the house.

A couple of maids, Dora and Mannie, were hanging around, sweeping. One look at Gale's heavy, quite crooked makeup set them off into fits of laughter. Though, they quickly shut their mouths at one stern look from me. The immortal's smile wavered.

"I'll phone you to let you know how we're getting on," I assured Mother, once we'd had her permission to enter. My personal trunk dangled from its handles in one of my hands. I stood before the oak, office desk, one hand pressed against its glossy surface, with Gale beside me. She peered at a family photo propped in front of a stack of papers.

Pushing her spectacles up her nose, Mother leaned her head back and replied, "Of course. Enjoy yourself, my dear. You as well, Immortal Gale." She offered us a small smile and gently patted my hand, her fingers lingering. The stains of black hair dye had yet to fade from her fingers. We left, though her gaze still burned into the back of our heads. A few paces away from her glass door, the scratching of her pen started again.

Outside, the air was warm, but a spattering of rain fell as Gale attempted to coax me into conversation with a bunch of questions on our way to the garage. It was hard to believe that Mother had arranged to let me get three months off of work. But then again, she'd probably have done anything to please the patron immortal of Tamara.

"Do you live with your mother?"

"Kind of. But I'm renting an apartment."

"Really? Who with? Or is it just you?" Choosing to ignore the last part of her interrogation, I kept my eyes ahead. Finally, we arrived at the garage doors, which I unlocked and closed behind us. Gale gasped as soon as her eyes fell on the rows of parked cars. Our chauffeur, Akwete, a cup in hand, entered through a back door and put down his cup on a small table nearby.

"Good evening, Master Agyakwa. Have you decided to have me drive you after all?" He stood up tall and straight, grey uniform almost crease-free as he waited expectantly for an answer. I'd completely forgotten about the offer.

I thought about bringing him along on the journey. Sure, it would've been convenient, but it could've easily added to the present awkwardness.

And, dear immortals, I really didn't need that.

I knew plenty of good spots, anyway; I'd be fine.

"I'll drive this time."

Akwete nodded and moved forward, in the direction of the garage doors. Towards the left, my own car lay hidden, blocked by a line of Father's old sports cars. It was a new Angelo Marino, though I didn't care enough to remember which model. The vehicle was a shiny brown, long, streamlined and modern.

"Alright, get your things in the trunk."
The pure happiness on her face at the sight of the car was so endearing that, when she turned her face to mine, I couldn't help but offer a small smile in return.

We threw the last of our luggage into the boot, and I went around the side of the car to open Gale's door for her.

"Wait, Jacob. One final thing." Gale produced a small vial, about the length of my pinky, from her shoulder bag. A pink, luminescent liquid swirled inside of it. "This is for you. In the event that you experience your symptoms again, use it."

"What is it?"

"It's some of the brew I used to help you. Keep it on you at all times; it could very well save your life," she clarified, voice low as she looked to where Akwete was standing. Stepping even closer, more than comfort could allow, she pressed the vial into my hand.

"Thanks." I stashed it away in the pocket of my slacks.

"Don't tell anyone you have it, and be sure to keep it out of sight."

Uncertainly, I caught her gaze.

"I'm aware you have no belief in things such as this," she started again, "but others do. When I brought the brew to you, I had it diluted in a glass of water for fear of it being stolen. It's happened before. Don't let it happen to you."

Once we were both settled in our seats, I switched the radio on to fill the silence and risked a quick glance at Gale. Her eyes were darting around, taking everything in.

"This contraption...and there's music coming out of it!" she exclaimed, pointing at the radio, her voice hardly above a whisper.

"How old are you really?"

"Jacob!" Gale playfully shook my shoulder. "You never, ever ask a woman to reveal her age."

"You must be very old, then." I switched the engine on.

She gave a little gasp in- what I assumed -was mock surprise.

Akwete stood to one side of the garage doors, which had been thrown wide open. The car inched forward, its wheels splashing the shallow puddles on the driveway outside.

"I'm not that old. Not for an immortal, alright? I'm just...."

"Didn't catch that."

"I'm a little over two hundred years old."

"How is that even possible?" The woman hardly had any wrinkles at all, and any sane person wouldn't have believed her bold claim; she could barely pass for a thirty-year-old.

"I'll keep that my little secret."

The giant gates creaked open.

"So, Jacob. Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

The gates swung closed behind us, gleaming gold in the rich light of the setting sun.

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