Ikom, 1978.
"Katherine!"
"Katherine!" Cecelia Ibor shouted as though the high decibel of her shrill voice was not enough to wake the dead. Her bellow echoed throughout the small apartment, threatening the thin walls and louvers. The other neighbors were sure to have head her shouting. Kate was sure someone across the road could hear her and she worried that people might start being curious and wanting to now who Kate was.
"Yeeeesss!" Kate answered in an insolent tone, barely above a grumble, but with a verve in her timbre to emphasize her disgruntlement. Then she did one over her attitude and stomped into the sitting room. She would have rather been anyway else, even in hell than to be in the presence of this woman. However, it was beyond her powers to make such decisions for herself. So, she was stuck here and the only thing she was powerful enough to do was act out and be insolent.
