“Oh, wait o, Violet. You were planning to send your children to St. Joseph’s? God forbid!” said Kenneth, snapping his fingers and mimicking the way women shook when they were rejecting evil pronouncements. It was utterly ridiculous to see a man acting like a woman. We could not help ourselves. Mirabelle and I burst out laughing.
“That woman cornered me and said she came to visit her daughter in ATL. I just said, ‘Yes, ma’ like one hundred times while she talked as if we were long lost friends. Till today, I don’t know how she recognized me,” said Mirabelle, finishing her story.
Kenneth was about to say something, probably to the tune of why Mirabelle was so easy to recognize more than a decade after secondary school. But just then, the waiter brought our large meat lovers’ pizza. Kenneth
