Chapter 7

Someone immediately snickered.

"Does she look like she's been there?"

"Africa? She's probably barely left the state!"

Even Lucas shook his head with a mocking expression.

Britta narrowed her eyes, wearing a victorious look.

"That's true, I asked the wrong person!"

"We should ask her where the cheapest produce market is, or which brand of toilet cleaner works best!"

The table erupted in laughter.

She turned away and started a new topic.

I slowly clenched my fist.

I think I must be a bit drunk too.

Otherwise, why would I feel angry at such a clumsy provocation?

"I've been there," I said softly.

The voices at the table quieted a bit.

Britta tilted her head: "What?"

"I've been to Africa."

A flash of surprise crossed her face.

But it quickly turned to disdain.

"Oh come on, no need to be so vain. If you haven't been, just admit it!"

"Lying isn't good, you know. It's easy to get caught."

"I'm not lying."

"Then tell us, where did you go?"

"Kenya? Morocco? Or maybe South Africa?"

She held her head high, certain I couldn't answer.

I stared at her.

"The Democratic Republic of Congo."