“Good well then let's go.” Karla says, dragging Angel out the kitchen.

“That's one way to start, at least she touched her.” Mirabelle says as she leaves the kitchen to the three of us as before.

I sit at the old kitchen mahogany stool

“Angel should be her friend first instead of directly stepping in the mother role when Karla was without her for so long.”

“I'm out too.” I say getting out of the kitchen.

“Bring me back some coke!” Camilla yelled cursing in the ...