“What you need, Ma?” I smiled. “I can ask for anything?” the voice responded, making my smile drop upon realizing it wasn’t Lisara. I should’ve known it wasn’t since everyone here usually referred to her as Mrs. St. Thomas and would continue to until I had a wife of my own, to avoid confusion. “Who the fuck is this?” I frowned, in disbelief that I still recognized her voice all these years later, even with no fucking contact. “Your mother. I thought that little mousy bitch up front told you that. How many mothers do you have?”
Yesssss! I was hoping for an update on her!
