What a complete waste of time!
Kome picked up on it in a heartbeat. The expression on his face was the same as one would expect from a foreigner who has just stepped into a house where stockfish was being cooked. Ah, yes! That pungent smell of panla will draw quizzical looks and lots of questions. Kome had that look on his face. He had smelt something, and it was not something he could ignore. Or maybe he just didn’t want to ignore it?
“Young woman, you’re still laughing? Ha! I’m not leaving till you tell me who Kenneth is.”
I should have told Kome that I did not know him like that, and he was being too familiar, especially since we just met. That was what I ought to have said.
Instead, what I said was “No, he’s my really good friend. We went to the same secondary school, and I just re
