Chapter forty six.

May gave a curt nod -feeling her voice would fail her if she speaks- and before she knew it, a body is pressed against hers in a bone cracking hug.

"It's really nice to meet you," Ebiere told her. Then she held May's shoulder with both her hands on the sides and looked into May's eyes, "I've heard so much about you from my cousin."

May's eyes widened slightly, "Really?" she finally managed to ask.

"Don't believe her, May. She is exaggerating." Iby kicked in quickly before Ebiere had the chance to reply May's question.

"Oh! Well, come on in now." invited Ebiere, "the others are waiting."

The interior was simply designed. They had cushioned sofas, a large, glassy middle table that has a small bowl of different types of fruit inside, sitting on it, a large flat-screen television hung on the creamy wall and there were so many portrait of Ebiere, a man whom May