Chapter 30 The Hot Tray

Eight years later…

“Where is that slut? Where is my chicken? How long will it take?” snapped Melvin and stared right into the kitchen.

“Control your tongue!” scolded Harriet. “Is that the way to speak to a child?”

“Oh, come on, old woman! I am just angry and hungry. I am hangry,” laughed Melvin. The...

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