ELAYNE'S POV

Gretta arrives within a few minutes, wrapped in a shawl that smells...

Urgh! So awfulllll!

Wrinkling my nose, I attempt to smother the smell coming from her.

Ewww. Does this old hag even bath?

Her eyes slide over me then, “You rang,” she croaks.

"I did," Daddy admonishes her, his voice booming as he rises from the seat he'd taken while waiting for her arrival.

He looks down at her then, his eyes regarding her like the wretched bug she is.

“My daughter has informed ...