CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

CONFRONTATION

I watched my mother violently folding some of the clothes in her basket. “Mother,” I softly said.

“We are going to have your bandages off tomorrow,” she quickly said blocking me from speaking.

I nodded dumbly as I slowly started eating the bread with jam before me which my mother had prepared for me.

I noticed that she had stopped folding the thousand laundry before her. The mood around her was off and I had seen her in this mood before. It was the same mood she had been n a year ago. When she had decided not to talk to me anymore.

“Who was that woman  who was here?” she finally asked.

“A friend,” I lied, avoiding her gaze.

“A friend? When have you started being friends with Claw’s daughter?” she asked. “Do you want to end up rotten like Mrs.Shem's granddaughter?”

Lola, what had happened to lola now? I found myself