"Some men never grow up, they just grow older"- Mr Amari Soul

The sun was at its best in late November. Washed clothes took an hour or two to dry, depending on the nature of the fabric. Kamsi was enjoying that time of the year but not the sun or the heat that came with it but the clothes that dried in a short time .

She loved to sit outside, on the balcony of the bungalow, reading one of the books from the Vicar's library. It was Angels and demons Written by Dan Brown that she held in her hands that hot afternoon . She was wearing one of...