Chapter 7: A Morning Surprise
I awoke that morning to the sound of a familiar voice.
“My baby’s come home. Thank God, my baby has come home. I don’t know what they have been feeding him in Egypt, but this morning he is going to get a good homemade breakfast Mabel style.”
The smell of expensive French perfume filled the room, and I looked to see my mother’s closest friend standing by the door. She wore an elegant navy blue suit that complemented her coffee colored skin. Her hair was almost shaved, leaving a short layer of dyed blond hair lightly showing under the small hat that sat on her head. She was the picture of elegance and fashion, and I had no doubt that she had done her shopping in Paris. She was full bodied in a way that was voluptuous and never made her curves anything less th
