CHAPTER 9Mrs. Lara Kuforiji stood in the store room at the back of the Foods and Nutrition lab. The lab was essentially a kitchen with tables and chairs for students. With a pencil in one hand and an exercise book in the other, she was prepared to take an inventory of the items in the store before the next cooking practical class scheduled for the following day. That was the plan, but she had been staring at a lone bag of flour on the shelf for more than five minutes. The only word on the page she had succeeded in writing was “list.”
No, it can’t be…. Or can it? Is it possible? she asked herself, biting the eraser on the end of the pencil in frustration. The rubbery taste in her mouth brought her back to the present, and she temporarily gave up on her mission. Pulling up a stool, she sat
