CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The visitor was Dominic. His afro pushed up and about his scalp, despite the clean shave two weeks ago. His hair grew rapidly and it was little wonder and less of a coincidence that Ashley took the trait as well. She would grab a handful of relaxer drunk hair and chop a large chunk of it because they caused heat, but they would grow back soon enough, more bouncy that they entangled at the comb's teeth and she would have to apply relaxer all over again to straighten it.

Mary ran over and hugged him. He hugged her too with Beatrice standing right next to them so empathic and wild with emotions. He had come to break the truth and take her back home, to her real mum.