Peter was a pupil at our School. He came on transfer from another town. He joined our school when I was in grade four. He also was a grade four pupil but he was put in the other class. I came to know him through his brother known by his Nick name as Cooking oil who was my class mate by then.
Peter had an elder sister who owned a Grocery Shop at the Mine Market. She was crippled but very industrious. She made sure that her shop was full of things and open everyday including Sundays. She liked her brother Peter more than cooking Oil. Most of free times after school, Peter and his young brother would go to the shop and remain there till close time. Other times Peter's sister would ask Peter to sell in the shop alone especially when she had somewhere to go. As the days went on Peter and I came to know each other very well. Peter, who was slim and tall and he was dark in completion but he was handsome. He had a tendency of showing a smiling face when talking to someone but a different face when he is not talking. Hence, you wouldn't know whether he is happy or sad. Most of the time you would see him standing or sitting alone with an impressional face like someone who is in deep thoughts. I also came to note that he was fond of girls but he was shy to talk to them.
