"You, Toure! So you knew all along, why didn't you tell me!"
Nasri rushed to Toure's house in a flurry. He jumped out of the car before it even stopped, shouting at Toure, who was drinking tea in the yard.
Toure's two little daughters were playing with a golden retriever in the yard;
Seeing a red-faced white man suddenly burst in, the two were so frightened that they quickly hid behind their mother, trembling.
Toure turned his head. With a somber expression, he comforted the two kids, telling them to go inside with their mom.
"Toure, do you think you're my big brother? You can't do this to me; you dare to hide such an important thing from me!"
Nasri was still mumbling, before Toure's heavy slap landed on his face, making him see stars and tumble to the ground.
The six-foot-three Toure stood in front, looking down at him. Nasri felt a mountain-like shadow enveloping him.
