chapter thirty one
"Huh? Why not?" Tamira asked, unexpectant of my words.

"Why can't you get new clothes?" she asked again.

"It's not by my choice. It's just that Mrs. Wilson... "

"Mrs. Wilson what?" I got interrupted. Both I and Tamira watched her mother approach us. "What were you going to say, peasant boy?" Mrs. Wilson questioned.

I stood there with my head bowed. "I can see you are starting to grow horns of your own. Were you just about to lie with my name?" Mrs. Wilson asked me.

"I'm sure that is not the case mom. I was just asking him to take a bath and change his clothes. I want to take him shopping for more clothes. He's been wearing a single one since the day he started working here." Tamira said to Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson laughed, "New clothes for the houseboy? And why? You said it's because he has been wearing the same clothes since he started working here." Mrs. Wilson said.

"Yes, that is right mom. I mean, how can he be... "

"Quiet Tamira!" Mrs. Wilson interrupted.

"Tell me, is there
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