“You have twenty-one children?!” I asked incredulously. The Fanta that was halfway to my mouth almost left my hand to land on my khaki coloured trousers.
“Yes, twenty-one.” William replied, between mouthfuls of Nile perch. After a pause to finish chewing he casually added, “and four wives.”
The Fanta fell out of my mouth to land on my trousers.
“Do they all get on well?”
He screwed his face and smiled mischievously “No! They are constantly arguing!!”
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