AFTER taking a deep sigh, Mutya transfer the jam into the small containers. She knew a particular someone who loved this particular jam aside from her father.
“Is this all of it?” Her mother asked when she arrived in the kitchen.
Mutya nodded. She went to the sink and washed the kitchen wares that she used.
“Are you going to sell them?”
“No. That’s only a few jars.”
“I told your father not to sell all of the peanuts. You might change your mind.”
“Mrs. Jones already pick up the peanuts this morning?”
“Yes. Her driver was early.”
When Mutya turned around, she found her mother already eating the sandwich.
With a smile, she made coffee for two. Together they ate a homemade peanut butter sandwich.
“I haven’t seen Basha lately.”
“She might be busy. She works for the alpha.”
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