THE MAFIA´S FATALE

rs of the morning to clan

of the food Mrs Virginia would be cooking, her taste in food

agnificent bed, I put my feet into my flip flops, parked my hair in p

me looking so dishevelled in the morning, only if they knew how

my step. Just before I would enter the kitchen, Mrs V

I was about to respond to her greetings, the smell of waffles hit me right in

ide smile, which I would term as charming, su

sy means, until her cute three grand children came visiting her, whenever I looked at her, I always wished I could be like her somewhere in my heart, so

voice of Mrs Virginia brought me out of my d

a tight squeeze as my stomach growled

at hungry, water would d

the kitchen counter, she surveyed my fa

g alright?",

I blankl

there's any problem, you c

Mrs Virginia!!", I re

me by my first name, or you start arguing with me about yo

get me at this, God!!,

travelling",

travelling?, so wha

phobia for it, because last I can remember you loved travel

counter opposite her

didn't even do a thorough backgrou

rrect that, you can still do it now", she r

s Virginia.... you just do

n better to me, let me understand

n't expecting her to put one and two together

usband is......", I paused not even

she was already getting anxious

I stated, while I placed

a hysterical laughter. I won't judge her, if it was me I would do the same,

when he sees me in his house. I remembere

he last time, I

Mrs Virginia shrieked in wide horro

to be called a joke. I didn't like the way she looked at me in pure ho

y left. Would I casually call it a day when it's an eight

les and my warm milk to the

o take the discussion further, she gave me this knowi

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opping, I'm surprised.... or are yo

even though you should do, you ha

down your dresses both used and unused comes by", she said, grinning l

the ruthless and inhumane Mafia, becau

attempts at going to Spain becomes futile

n and that's because of Miss Ellie Santiago, if she wasn't a young and ig

Roderigo De Alva for what he truly is and I want to b

face, when I finally achieve my aims, he w

really care?, I really do not

like french accent. The people here, spoke more of English than

was rather cold and chilly there, I required more of cardigans, hoodies and sweaters, but

ly, I had no choice but to pick

he young lady selling it did not make matters easy by saying how perfect the gown wo

g,and I can not wait to put on the red

ear that my mind was not in what she had been saying, my tho