A boy entered the kitchen, headed straight to the fridge, and rifled through it until he found a bottle of mustard.
“I just couldn’t. In America, people are free. American women wouldn’t stand for that mess.”
“I am no man’s property,” Ifi said in anger. “I have come from my own free will.”
“I mean, I guess I don’t blame you. It’s a better life here, right?”
Again, Ifi was stunned. “What do you mean ‘better life’?”
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