"Tomorrow evening by five o'clock, you are to meet me at Zik bar in Mainland Toksa. Sarah will be waiting for you. And please, help yourself, keep to time and do not make her have a reason to spit on your face." Tisha muttered harshly and cut the call before he could say another word and so she left him feeling more careful about meeting his daughter, lest he be rejected even before getting a chance to look at her face and ask for forgiveness. At most, that was exactly how Tisha wanted him to feel.
"Sarah. It is done. He will be coming." Tisha said as she went to join Sarah by the side of the swimming pool in her own house where they were all gathered to plan and make preparations for the D-day tomorrow.
"Good." Sarah replied.
"Which color should I make use of? Dora asked Tisha as she approached them, holding three different attachment hairs with which to fix on Sarah's hair.
