Abby walked out of the bathroom with a new pink flower dress. She looked different dressed in clothes that fit her rather than the skimpy small dresses the fool made her wear.
Igram complimented, "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, master, but is this necessary? You always warned me against wearing anything that is below my thighs?"
Igram glanced at her but chose not to comment. The little girl finished up packing her toys in excitement.
"Mommy, we are going to meet your mommy and she has a lot of juice," she stated as she ran toward her mother.
Igram watched Abby's face turn pale as she began nodding her head. "No, you plan to kill us...You said you'd kill us if we ever met my mother," she cried out, pulling her daughter along with her.
Faith cried out, "No mommy."
Igram crossed his eyes; he had a lot to explain but had no time.
His phone beeped and it was the mayor. He ignored it and placed it in his pocket.
