A Confrontation

We ate an early dinner, where talks about what had happened today were suspended and left until later. Just like I had mentioned earlier, this family took their table manners seriously.

The only time I had gotten to talk had been when Diana had come home from her classes, late afternoon. We had spoken because I was just so damn curious about what classes would keep a girl of her age in the palace from morning till that time.

When I and Laura had gone to the market, it had been my first time seeing so many sellers in a shade with their goods.

Back at the pack, my mother had been in charge-I had never picked up groceries-and it was still from the human world. We usually got groceries that would last for two weeks and stock up the fridge with them. But here, the stalls were similar to those that I had read about in african countries when I had wanted to diversify my literary taste.