A Confrontation

We ate an early dinner, where talks about what had happened today were suspended and left until later. My new family took table manners seriously.

The only time I had spoken was when Diana had come home from her classes, late afternoon. We had spoken because I was just so damn curious about what kind of classes would keep a girl of her age in the palace from morning till that time. Her enthusiasm whilst narrating all she had learnt slightly toppled my experience at the market earlier.

When Laura and I had gone to the market, it had been my first time seeing so many sellers in a shade with their goods.

Back at the pack, my mother had been in charge—I had never picked up groceries—and it was still from the human world. We usually got groceries that would last for two weeks and stock them up in the refrigerator. But here, the stalls were similar to those that I had read about in african books, about african markets. I’ve always had a diversified taste in literature.

The market environ