Chapter 19

“I hope you like the soup, Pierre?”

“Like? I love it, Elo. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“Well, practice makes perfect, and I spent a lot of time with my mum, aunts, and grandmothers whenever they were cooking.”

“I didn’t know fish could taste so good in vegetables.”

“Stockfish, crayfish, and smoked fish… with the chicken, of course.” Elo’s face suddenly developed a sad look as she swallowed a small morsel of garri.

“What is it, Elo? Did I say or do something offensive?”

“No, not all, it’s just that you… well, I would be graduating next year, and you’d still be here…”

“Come on… brighten up. It’s still a long time away. We’ll keep in touch at every available moment. Please, smile a bit. I hate seeing you sad, baby.