CHAPTER EIGHTY
AUTHOR'S POV
"You both are talking with a strange tongue. Can someone at least explain?" Mary the middle woman showed her displeasure at being excluded from the school of understanding. It felt like she was the only idiot among professors who were using professional registers in their conversations.
"Mary, if you're keen about getting an explanation, you have to get ready to disclose her mom's name" Dera sang the rule of the game for the benefit of the confused duo.
In reply, Mary sighed she needed to know what Selena and Dera were hiding from her; especially something about her late husband. But at the same time, she loved Selena so dearly that she would hate to let her birth mom destroy her completely.
"You need to make a quick decision my dears. I didn't bring my sleeping bag with me" Dera said impatiently, tired of playing calm and collected. There was nothing calm and collected in her.
