Bailey Baxter

94%
Flag icon
“Well go on then, woman. Go chase acceptance. When you find it, let me know. ’Cause there’s a few African folk who’d really like to know where it is.” He laughed again and slowly rose from the chair as if he’d worn himself out with his merriment. “Not me, though. I already found it. It’s right here.” He patted his chest. “Right here.”
A Girl Called Samson
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview