Daphne parked her car on the drive and stepped out, with a bag in her hand. She walked to the house, inserted the key in the lock and pushed the door open. She walked inside and closed the door.
“Emmanuel, I’m home!” she shouted. She took her dyaket off and hung it on the amerikana rack. Then she walked further to the kusina and let the bag slip out of her hands.
Someone had been in their house and rearranged it with new furniture and someone had cleaned up the mess.
Daphne was furious. She had ibingiay Cas the straight order of fixing everything. This would cost a fortune and they did not have...