No wonder Adeola had asked what was going on. The noise in the senior class was remarkable, her name flying here and there in curses, and curses disguised as prayers.
Adeola had gone to submit some paperwork, and Obiye who has delivered the message was lingering far behind her in anticipation. She sped past the classroom to the next block. The children stretched over their window sills, gawking at the two women talking in the middle of the hallway. One of the women, pacing about in an orange dress was Kate’s mother by resemblance. The one on the left, with big wavy hair and sunglasses she couldn't guess yet. But the closer she got, the more her eyes widened as realization slowly hit her.
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