Again, senior Eira rushed her instructions.
Perhaps, we might have forgotten the
details of her previous instruction.
"Sneak to the spaces under the sinks on
the count of three." she looked at us to see
if we were with her.
We nodded that we understood.
I personally couldn't wait. If l knew we would be sneaking, I would not have been reluctant about coming. It was such an esprit I always loved, sneaking.
"One...two..three" she finalized and we
scurried under the sinks we first hit upon
like diminutive rats.
I squeezed myself under the space fittingly.
There was a man who should be in his early
forties busy with his cooking business.
From where I was under the sink, I watched
him work with a frying pan, he was frying
cronuts which sent back some memories
back at home.
Mama used to fry cronuts in her pastry
