You can't even buy flip-flops.

Mrs Mary's voice was barely above Whispers as she also gazed at Alex Waynee who still had this weird and annoying smile.

"Hey! Loser, why are you even smiling…keep those poor dentitions of yours away from this table."

"I don't want you contaminating my food." She said as she stared at Sandra who was almost at the door.

Staring at his wristwatch, Alex Waynee could only wonder why Eric Raymond hadn't restored light to the building.

Peering through the peephole, she saw a man, gazing back at her family, she shuddered a bit.

"Who is there?" Her voice was laced with trepidation as she held the door handle, her hands wobbly.

"It's the postman…I have an urgent delivery." His voice is Vehement.

"Did any of you order anything?" Sandra's voice is slightly above Whispers, she tried to avoid the stranger hearing her.

"No! We didn't." Mr Robert and his wife answered simultaneously.

"What of you, Alex?" Her gaze askance at Alex Waynee.

"Does he have any money to buy flip-flops?" Mrs Mary's voice w
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