One week later.
Dale was sitting at the meza, jedwali in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did wewe have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made wewe some tea” she alisema careful and she put the sahani, sinia down. Not waiting for his reaction au even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...