“I’m not at school anymore,” Efe says, choosing her words carefully. “And what are you doing now?” An eyebrow inches upward. “I’m working.” Efe pauses. “In a bookshop.” “Oh!” Gifty lets the smug syllable hang in the air. Behind her, her followers exchange confused looks. “A shopkeeper?” one of them asks. “All this your learning to be a shopkeeper?”
