People were quite familiar with Whitey, whom she had started showing a few months ago. Having a cat or a dog as a pet was understandable, though it was known as an expensive hobby to have. But keeping reptiles and snakes mostly was unheard of.
She was someone who had people's tongues wagging already and didn't want to cause more chaos.
So, by the time Susan and her mother reached her, Blackey was docile and dormant on her wrist as if he was dead.
'What a well-behaved son!' she internally praised as she rubbed the spot where she was.
"Good morning, Auntie! How are you feeling?" feeling a bit excited and in a very good mood, Calista greeted Ma Susan, who was busy scanning her from head to toe with a foolish grin on her face.
Reaching her hands towards Calista, Ma Susan asked Calista, "Dear, how are you feeling? Did you sleep well? You don't feel any other symptoms?" her tone laced with anxiety and worry, and that foolish grin got thrown away.
