"What's up with your sister?" Kierra asked as she looked at the angry Esmeralda cleaning the house. The house was shining as if someone had rubbed the floors ten times already.
Ivy merely shrugged her shoulder.
"Ever since you guys came from your days out three days ago, she has been repeatedly cleaning the already-cleaned apartment. Hell, I can see my face on the floor, "Kierra said in a whisper. "It's getting scary now."
"Cleaning and cooking is her stress buster, " Ivy replied. "She is fine, just mad at herself." She looked at Kierra's beautiful braided hair and said, "Sister Kierra, can you braid my hair? I don't know how to."
"Of course, I can, " Kierra smiled at her.
"Em, do you want an oil massage?" Ivy asked her sister.
Esmeralda looked at her sister and nodded her head. She left the mop there and came to her. "But who will give me an oil massage? You don't touch oil and hence you can't make your own hair."
"Kierra said she will give us an oil massage, "Ivy said.
