[End of Chapter 2[/b]
I did what was asked until there were four plates set out, three of them loaded with pasta, tambi with sauce, a saladi with all the fixing, french mkate and mahindi, nafaka which I thought was strange but wasn't going to maoni about when she cooked it for us. We took two plates out to our Fathers, who were very appreciative before returning to the jikoni where our plates were waiting, mine loaded with chakula and hers barely half full.
"How's school?" She asked as she pushed her pasta, tambi around her plate, her eyes flashing to the clock and up the stairs for some reason.
"Ehhh it's alright." I...
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