"The drawn curtain across our friend’s door was soon disturbed by two young men exiting her room. Kundola and I waited patiently outside. It took all I had within me not to throw the tiffin box at the boy-ish customers who, with such an air of entitlement, had nonchalantly exited her room, smoothing back their hair and holding their belt loops. Tensing my grip on the cake, I breathed deeply, wrestling with the notion of loving my enemies; a biblical concept, a Jesus-spoken command, but a really, really difficult thing to actually do. Soon enough our friend poked her head around the curtain, smiled, and called us into her room just in time for me to not have to dwell on that thought for too long. Thank God."