Chapter 128

Mpumi approached Dion standing alone, he was neatly tucking his band into his chest pocket, making sure it was visible. “Ah, yellow band,” she said catching his attention. 

“Oh,” he smiled, “you too?”

“Brenda, just loved me in her team,” said she.

“Too full of yourself?”

“Nope. She told me so.”

Dion was so happy that himself and Mpumi were in the same team—he was happy but he would not show it. 

It was after the designation of teams and the crowd cued by the tables getting their meals. Vincent, in the line, found himself conversing with one of the children his age, “Yeah, I’m adopted. Not long ago, actually.”

“Cool.” The girl said, “Me too. How are they? Your foster....”

“Oh, no. It’s adoption.” Vincent emphasised, “Permanent. I call him dad.”

“Oh, lucky you then. Well, mine