"Deception."
Isis.
Isis confidently walked through the gate of her home, singing church hymns.
She got inside and swung her backpack onto the coat hanger that was next to the door and casually strolled to the kitchen as she smelt the aromas.
"What's for dinner Mami," she asked, planting a kiss on her grandmother's cheeks and at the same time, placing her fingers into the skillet of beef stew.
There was a potatoe salad, chicken, a bean stew, creamed spinach, fried rice and butternut, amongst Isis' favorite foods.
Isis' grandmother hit her hand with a wooden spoon and shoo'ed her away.
Isis broke out laughing hysterically and her grandmother turned to look at her.
"Wait a minute. What exactly are you laughing at?", said her Mami inquisitively.
Isis blushed and then shrugged.
Her grandmother pointed the wooden spoon at her, "After dinner, pillow talk. Now go. Dinner's ready in 15."