2 States The Story Of My Marriage

‘Yeah, won’t be the first time though. I’ll manage. Anyway, all of you will come
for the concert, right?’ I said.
‘OK listen, if I do have to perform, where and when do I have to report?’
My heart started to beat fast. She was going to do it. ‘Aunty, everything is well
organised. We have a room next to the concert garden that will act as the
greenroom. Come there three hours early, by four. OK?’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Thanks, aunty,’ I said.
‘I should thank you. I haven’t told anyone at home yet.’
‘Good, make an excuse and leave the house. See you.’