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EVEN THOUGH I HAD GOTTEN to know the ones that will be in my class. That didn’t provide me with an ounce of comfort. I still had a bout of butterflies tumbling inside my belly. They had rearranged nothing; Everything was the same. They added a chair to the outer side of the table. Still stationed at the front entrance, Sister Rory, but this time joined by Sister Kajumba Asra.
“Setaphire!” Sister Kajumba Asra fanned her hand. “Come, please, have a seat.”
I took a deep breath and proceeded forward.
“Good morning, Setaphire,” Sister Kajumba Asra said.
“Hi, good morning.” I sat.
It wasn’t a very intellectual response. I wanted to keep it short and play it safe, so I will not get tongue-tied and mispronounce no one’s name.
“Welcome,” said Sister Rory.
“Thank you.”
Sister Rory gather
