Little her remained mute because she knew what her father said was the truth, she didn't want to talk about it, because it might make him to be mad.
She didn't want her father getting mad at her, at least not yet.
As the big baby that she was, she bowed her head, staring at the floor, and her legs crossed behind her back while she used her hands to crumble her dress.
Hendrix knew his siblings, they don't just show up often, unless they want to bug him with a million questions.
Closing the door behind him, he saw the frustration painted on his face.
Immediately, he heard her say to him.
"I said it, he, carried a dead lady to this room, that is why he is closing the door from us to see it," she blurted out.
Suddenly, he seemed stroke by that kind of an allegation.
"What? where the hell are these thoughts coming from? like seriously?" he asked looking at his children with bewilderment.
