“Tell me about Layla. What do you know about her? Was she in class with you? You have the same birthday?” Their mom asked after a while. The matter was discussed just like that and the rest of them began to eat. The questions are no longer heavy.
“Yeah. Same birthday. She was in my class. I don’t know much about her, but I’ve seen her plenty of times in class. I’m usually aware of what goes on around me.” He detailed his observations, which earned him good points from his mother.
“Well, at least you know such things. If I remember correctly, she’s being raised by her father alone?” Sab turned to her mate.
“Do you know anything about her parents?”
Clyde took a moment to recall the information. “Her mother’s long dead. I’m not sure of the details. Her father raised her in the city as
