Chapter 58 Not Interested

• Andersons home...
• The sweet aroma of fried plantains and boiling stew filled the minimal kitchen that Wednesday evening. Isabel was stirring the pot on the cooker while her mother was slicing the vegetables beside her. It was quiet as two of them casually talked every now and then.
• "But you know, you could have just ordered the jollof from that fancy restaurant," her mother said, giving her a sideways glance.