Chapter 80

"Mi amor, it's good to have you, my dear."

Her mama purred.

Martha, I am happy you are home. "Do make it a point to visit more frequently, my dear."

Her father spoke. She appeared at him and jumped, her expression empty.

"Why do you look consequently slim, dear? Do not you ever eat?"

Her mama asked. Her tone was tender and concerned, and it annoyed Martha.

"I'm not slim, mama. I eat a lot, and I relax a lot. "I like the expressway I look."

She gritted. Her spirit had abruptly turned sour, and if it was their fault, They noway called to detect if she was in good health. If she was provisioning fine and in a good relationship with her neighbors, they knew she would noway get into trouble. Precisely perhaps.

"Oh, dear, you should give some real good time then; you need all the rest you can get."

Her mama claimed

"Give time gaping at the walls in my space?" I've better effects to do, mama.

She reacted indifferently.