LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ?
Rose is dead. She was found lifeless in her bed in the early hours of the morning. That is very tragic news. Was she murdered? “Nope”. Was she ill? “I have no idea”. Did I know Rose? “Nope”. Then why do I find her death so concerning? What’s special about it? Let’s get to the starting point. Where everything began. I stretch out my plate as the woman starts to dish spaghetti. The scent emanating from the food to my nostrils is extremely appealing. I cannot wait to dive in and enjoy a pleasant meal. She continues to package the food and ensures no strand drops from the plate. She proceeds to attach a fork and stretches her hand as the food is now pointing directly at me. I look at her with a bit of hesitation and she says, “Collect your food na” I reply, “Please add fish, Madam” as I stretch my finger to point toward the section where the fried fish are properly arranged and well garnished. She laughs and answers, “Customer, this one you de chop fish, you don cash out”. I ...