An excerpt from Live for Me, Nkem.
We fall into silence for a while before she says, “So what has Nkem done this time?”
My eyes meet hers. She crosses her arms, watching me like someone bracing for a fight.
I rub my face and breathe out. “She hasn’t done anything.”
“Hmm. You are not here to complain about her like you did before? Wasn’t it around this time last year, right after …
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