He didn’t resist, he was easygoing, but I sensed he did it with care as though we discussed it earlier, and how did he do it? he did it by strolling into my room five minutes after I left him under the mango tree.
My room was better now, the floor had a grey rug that matched the grey paint of the floor. We would stay in the neighborhood for four good weeks, that’s long enough, so, I knew I needed a good room.
“Looks like you did this today,” He touched the wall, “Nice color.”
I smiled. I had nothing to offer him because we had yet to hear from the so-called welfare team who arrived before us. He sat on the wooden sofa and crossed his legs.
“I requested the wall be repainted because the old paint was wickedly old and dirty,” I replied.
He smiled and looked around. “A nice r
