“So, you've been in Africa?” Miriam asked as she and Belinda prepped the ingredients for dinner.
The wind howled with a deafening cry while the rain pelted the windows and the fields but that didn't seem to have an effect Miriam, who was standing over the stovetop with a mixing spatula while Belinda sliced and diced different ingredients
“Yes,” Came Billy's simple answer as she wondered about her father.
“I know you're itching to find your father, but don't sell yourself short Billy.” Miriam echoed, her eyes warm but her tone icy. “He's a grown man and he's probably okay. I mean it's not the first time anyways.”
The knife missed Belinda's thumb as she let it hit the cutting board with a heavy thud. “Not the first time?”
What do you mean by not the first time?” She asked so low that
