Chapter 18 INSIDE THE AIRPORT

By three thirty P.M, we succumbed to Maria’s cry for food. Eric walked to the boot and picked out three bottles of Fanta and three Gala sausages. He entered the car, dumping the drinks and the sausages on Tolu’s lap. He closed the door and picked a sausage and a bottle of Fanta and stretched them to Tolu. Tolu took them, a sly look covering his eyes. Eric picked the second sausage and the drink and handed them over to me with a deliberate, easy movement. I took the bottle and the sausage and glanced at Maria. Her eyes stretched wide in an expression of wonder.

‘I thought ladies are supposed to be first?’ she asked.

Eric turned to her. ‘If you make another sound, you will not eat. Do you understand?’

Maria glared at him. Eric held the bottle of Fanta in one hand and the sausage in the other. ‘I dare you to make another sound.’

Maria said nothing and Eric remained with the drink and the sausage in his hands—just out of her reach. Several seconds crawled by before his hands moved forward
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