Gift hesitated, not believing what she had just heard. Desmond couldn't possibly be asking, no- commanding her to leave his house. He who was always do afraid to speak harshly to her because he feared that she would leave him. Where had he got that courage?
Her hesitation would have cost her her life because, Desmond hurriedly found a matchet and lifted it towards her. She needed no other prompting. She ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her in fear, leaving her overnight bag behind.
She needn't have worried because he throw the bag out of the door after her and shut the door.
She had never been as humiliated as she was that day. She picked her bag and walked home with her head bowed.
She knew that those who had experienced what had happened, heard their raised voices and all that Desmond had said to her and seen him do to her would spread the news.