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GOOD MORNING PROGRESSED from a whisper into a more resonant sound. I opened my eyes and Puma’s face greeted mine.
“Good morning.”
I maneuvered my legs to the edge of the bed.
“Breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“See you at the breakfast table.”
“See you.”
Puma disappeared behind the elevator doors. I walked over to the window. The sun brightly smiled. Birds chirped. Abnormal for me. I was accustomed to arguments, music blasting, typical congestion of the ghetto. 23 minutes to get ready.
I smelled food but when I entered the kitchen there was none, pitchers sit on the counter-top.
“Can you grab the drinks and follow me. We always have breakfast inside.” Puma pushed the screen door open with her hip. “This morning, I thought we’ll mix-it-up! We’r
