Chapter Nineteen

In the very silent morning, the sound of the humming lister generator could be heard. The sound of utensils in the kitchen could also be heard. By that time at dawn, the moon was still poorly illuminating the garden.

Kamsiriochukwu sliced tomatoes on a chopping board . At short intervals she checked the rice on the burner which she suspected to be almost done. She hummed without a key. She was also mindful of time. She had to finish quick , bathe in her own bathroom but only dress up for work after Mark had left for work. It was another Monday she was supposed to report at...