EVELYN
Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers.
I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door.
“Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….”
“Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.”
I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you”
“Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?”
I took a moment to breathe and spoke looking her in the eye.
“I understand that you are a teacher at my son's school and I would like to speak with you, if you don't mind.”
“Of course I don't, come on in!”
