Deep End

I have always enjoyed my mother’s cooking, the pastries she made, the curries, but what I couldn’t eat from all of those foods were fish. I love food but fish left horrible effects on my skin,it was bad for me. My entire face would swell up from eating even the tiniest bits of fish. My wedding date was close by, the caters still didn’t know what they were going to prepare, My mother seemed occupied, she spent her days out of the house and returned home late.  We hardly spoke and this worried me. 

“Have you found the document yet?”asked Mr Phenyo. He and my mother were meeting in his apartment. He was sober,but the booze wouldn’t leave his mouth. 

“You still haven’t told me what you want with the document.” Patricia replied. 

“Does it even matter? Forget it!” Mr Phenyo shouted 

“Why is the file so important to you?” 

“It will help me get my