PART THREE, SIX
The lady – Aunty Jessica – called up the home caterers who regularly sent food to her through the home delivery system. She ordered for six extra plates of rice, chicken curry including fish too. By the time food had to arrive, Hermen read out two of his poems and Shasht too did the same. Ranee looked at me. “Rudi, why don’t you read one of yours?” Everyone joined in, Alex and Shasht poked me. “Yes Rudz,” “Yes Rudi.” “The one titled Hookah Bar,” Ranee said and rested her hand on mine, squeezing it. I looked at her. my blood was boiling. “How can you request me?” I turned my glare from one to the other. “You guys are are once smiling and the next minute plotting against me.” They all looked at each other. “Rudi, what are you saying?” Shasht gave a hurtful look. “We’ve been chil
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