LONDON

 

 

 

“What took you so long in the bathroom?” Neke waited for me at the door with her fist against her hip and studied me for a while.

“You’re gonna also ask me the color of my pee or poop?”

She pursed her lips to hide her smile. “I didn’t expect you to adapt to this kind of life so quickly.”

“You mean my poor life?”

“Jeez, London.” She rolled her life. “I’m aware I’m poor, but you don’t have to shove it in my face.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean it like that.” I was about to come to her when she raised her hands. 

“Just kidding. You’re not...