Note:
Chapter 32 has exceeded 5,000 words—it has reached almost 9,300—so I had to divide The Feast of Freedom into three parts. This is Part 1.
A SMALL house made of red and brown bricks caught my eyes despite its size. It did stand out among the bigger houses around. After one brief breath, a frown covered my face. It's been a minute, yet we haven't entered. We're like statues standing and doing nothing.
"Are we going in or what?" I asked, looking at the three women who were just staring at the house.
"Please grant us patience. The house has some guests at the moment," one answered, giving me a small smile.
"Then, do we just stand up here?" I was just curious, but I sounded rude and impatient. "I mean..." I sighed as I couldn't find the right words.
We were filled with silence.
