“You still don’t get it Ivory. You specifically are here for a reason,” Amalia said excitedly. Ivory was terrified. She couldn’t hide it even if she wanted to. “I don’t…I don’t understand.” She stuttered almost childlike. “I admire you, Ivory. It must be so nice to have your head on straight. My head is full of shit. So, when I saw a woman that I admired, I told my aunt and uncle that I wanted you to conduct my interview,”
I knew it .
