Nero
I made an early order for pizza this morning, because I wanted Jemima to eat something before she leaves. When I heard the doorbell ring from the kitchen where I was about making coffee, I was a bit stunned. "That was so fast." I said, thinking it was the delivery man. It was as if he was right by the door, waiting for my call.
On opening the door, it wasn't the pizza person, it was my nephew, Noah. He was with his bags. Was he on holiday? I asked myself. But it's not even up to two months he left for the academy.
"Hey Unc." He said.
"Noah! What... How... You're back?" I said, looking at him puzzled.
"Yeah, Unc."
"You should have called." I opened the door wide for him to enter.
"I did, last night. But you didn't pick up. I also sent you texts, no reply. It was kind of an emer
