The apartment carried the coolness of last night’s rain and dew drops settled in little pools on the verandah railing. Adeola was twisting the key into the keyhole of her door when Neriah rolled out a loud Good morning, catching her off guard.

“Are you going out?” she asked with her head slumped against her own door, her bun of braids awkwardly angling to one side.

“Yeah,” she forced out. She wasn't exactly a morning person and she didn't know why she woke up so early to go see her mother. “I guess you’re coming back from work?”

The girl nodded. “It was sooo hectic and stressful. There was a whole fight between --- oops,” she brought a finger to her mouth. “Sorry, I can’t tell you the full gist. You don't go to The Club, you won't know what I'm talking about.”

“I might have an idea.”

“What?!”