“Umm … Michael?” Sonya began, staring at Michael, who was eating Doritos as if his life depended on it. Nobody was home except her. Kara was gone to market and all of Michael’s friend were busy with their thing.
“Yeah?” Michael asked without looking up. His mouth closed, busy chewing all chips.
“What does Shane do for a living? Does he work part-time ? No, does he work at all?” Sonya questioned. Her tone nonchalant, trying not to sound like this was a big deal. Even though for her, it was.
“He works in a garage. He didn’t tell you?” Michael asked, looking at Sonya and raising his eyebrows. Sonya thought about denying it, but then she could not make herself lie to him. So, she merely shook her head.
“Whoa. He really did not tell you?” Sonya shook her head once again.
“What else he did
