He sighed. “Missy worries too much. You’re free now. Enjoy it.” “I do hear voices, Porphyre.” “Don’t we all, missy?” “No,” she said, “not like mine. Do you know anything about African religions, Porphyre?” He smirked. “I’m not African.” “But when you were a child …” “When I was a child,” Porphyre said, “I was white.” “Oh …” He laughed. “Religions, missy?”
