I stood in the bathroom as Mama scrubbed me with soap. Itwas as ifshe was waging a war against germs. Mama wanted me to be very clean so that I would not dirty the clean sheets that she had washed, by rubbing them on a stone. Once my bath was over, I lay alone on my bed. I talked to my pillow, then to an imaginary friend, and finally to the dragon under my bed, who was actually very friendly. My mother was obsessed with cleanliness and she did not allow even the smallest bit of dirt to remain in the house. Her fight against dirt was equal to her passion for cooking. Our house always smelt of food that she cooked with great care and of her baking. Her cakes, biscuits and cupcakes were the talk of our neighbourhood. I was very fond of her cakes and chocolate cookies that melted in my mouth. She was very generous and our neighbours always received a batch of freshly baked biscuits.
What did the neighbours talk about?

Options

A. mother's cleanliness
B. the child's cleanliness
C. mother's baking
D. child's imagination

Answer

C