Chapter 59 A flight to Los Angeles II

“You should have told me you had been waiting for me because you were super hungry.” Mariama took a seat. Nancy took the second seat and opened one of the plates even before Mariama did so. Lizabeth made a lot of meals, American and intercontinental dishes, but Mariama was selective. She was rather going for the Italian dishes on the table, leaving the rest for Nancy. “I wasn’t waiting because I was hungry, and by the way, Lizabeth asked me not to lay a hand on the plates till you are back.” Nancy scooped food in her mouth. Mariama made for the wine. It was one of those from the cellars, classic brews, one of the best they have in stock in the archive cellars of the house of Luxor. “I guess having me wait till you return home before touching the plates is her way of ensuring that her pretty Mariama is safe.” Nancy said. Lizabeth was the only one in the mansion who calls Mariama by the name Mariama, because that was the name she knew her for, so, Nancy was practically mimicking Liz