"If she delivered yesterday, shouldn't she be gone from the hospital?" Cecelia Ibor asked her biological daughter. The one she had gotten in her wayward days with the Biafran soldiers. The one she had named Susan, and had invariably prodded her into the only path she had ever known – using men for sustenance.
"I'm sure the tramp is still here. Stanley said they were keeping her for observation because she had a prolonged labor," Susan spat out this little nugget as though it were hot yam in her mouth. it was so obvious that she was furious and envious of Kenny's wife who had just given birth to Kenny's first child.
"Hmm, see Kate the church rat," Cecelia sneered, her mouth bending in a clearly malicious curve. "I'm shocked they even put her in a private ward. Do you know how much these private wards cost?"
