Edwina "Edwina," Evelyn inquired, noticing my unusual silence. "Are you alright? You're quieter than usual." I know I'm not exactly the life of the party, but today, I'm just not in the mood for small talk. "I'm fine," I replied, attempting to conceal my inner turmoil. "I was just about to ask the same thing. Last night, when you returned to the room, you went straight to bed without a word. Did something happen?" Esther chimed in. "Nothing," I replied, my tone masking my true feelings. Evelyn, ever perceptive, asked, "Is it your period?" "No," I scowled, irritated by the question. "I'm perfectly fine. I just have a lot on my mind. By the way, did you mention that Samantha's mother refused to pay you for the three tubers of yam she bought yesterday?" "Yes," Evelyn sighed, frustrated. "She said since my mom still owes her for the cassava flour she bought last week, she won't pay up." I clenched my fists, feeling my patience wane. Today was definitely not the day to test it. "I
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