That afternoon, Amanda prepared to go out and walked into the living room, where her aunt Beatrice and her cousin Mirabel were sitting.
“Auntie, I am going out,” Amanda said calmly.
Mirabel hissed.
“Where are you going?” Aunt Beatrice asked sharply. “Who will sell those fruits?”
“Auntie, I will be back as soon as possible. I am just going to see a friend,” Amanda said innocently.
“Since when did you start making friends in this house?” Aunt Beatrice shouted. “And who is he that you are going to meet? So you have started sleeping with men in this house?”
Amanda’s eyes widened.
“No, Ma, I—”
