Tamara looks at me nervously and fixates her eyes on Terry shaking. I gulp loudly and try to talk but nothing comes out. My mouth is dry. Completely dry.
“You aren’t going to talk? Uh Myra? I thought you were so courageous.” She fixates the gun at me.
“Stop this Terry.” I whisper dryly.
“Oh! Can you beg me?”
“Why are you doing this?” Tamara asks.
“Let’s see. I can think of a million reasons.” She grins. “You are a b***h, I have never liked you, you are ever rude and now this. Where you want to take my dad away from me.”
“Your dad? He is Tamara’s dad.”
“Shut up Myra! Talk when you have my permission to!” she snaps.
“He is my dad too.”
“You are his blood and he is all over you. He threw a stupid party for you. Something he can’t do for me.”
“Terry please.” I beg.
“Oh! You now know
