ALICE | Now
"Where's Alice?" I hear my uncle ask Tala when she steps through the front door and embraces him.
It's dark outside, the bluish hue of the sky tell me it's probably past seven already. We hadn't anticipated the drive from school to be this long, but there aren't any short cuts from school to Golden Gate Estate. I grab ahold of my duffel bag and suitcase. As I walk towards them from the car, I'm greeted by the funky scent of curry from the kitchen, the words from the news playing from the living room TV invade my head.
On the news: recorded rainfall in Accra which strikes me as odd because we are still in the dry season even though the cold winds are receding gradually back to the Sahara desert. It won't surprise me to see that there will be only crowded clouds insight and not a hint of rainfall but then again, what do I know?
A collection of dust-covered shoes rests against th
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