I'm so sorry guys, but I had to scratch out the original content of this chapter because I had a change of mind on how the story and fight scenes ] going to go. Please bear with me, as I'd also upload additional two chapters to make up for it.
Nana was folding sheets on the kitchen table, and Nyra had the other end.
"Corners," said Nana. "Match the corners. You're not wrapping a fish."
"They're matched."
"They are not."
Nyra matched them, then walked her end up to Nana's with the sheet over her head like a ghost. Nana took it off her without a word and gave her the next one.
She had to bring her hands down to hold it level. Nana's end was lower than hers now. Nana noticed and stopped with the sheet against her chest.
"Look at you," she said. "I can't get used to it. I turn round to the cooker and when I turn back there's more of you. I carried you up those stairs on my hip. That wasn't long ago. Now you'd pass for sixteen, and I've to let down every hem in the house."
