That sizzling afternoon, I sat down on the couch, watching TV and treating myself to a chilled bottle of Star beer. Philomena came into the parlour, stood beside the couch and she snorted
"Where did you get that beer from?"
I turned to her direction and asked
"How is that your business?"
She was taken aback by my response.
"Am I the one you are asking that question?" she verbalized, little bits of ire present in the tone of her voice.
A canny smile cut across my face. The beer certainly was giving me morale and I loved it. This was the first time we were having conservation longer than two words, so I wanted to keep the conservation going.
"Yes! Aren't we the only ones in the house?"
Her both hands went to her hips "I will tell aunt Uka, this is what you do when she goes out to work"
"Which is what exactly?"
"That you now take beer from her fridge to drink"
My eyes still pinned on the TV screen, I responded
"No, Philomena. You won't tell her".
