“What? Wilson who?”
“The man running for presidency. Terry’s father.” She is now calm.
“What? Terry’s father?”
“That’s what I said Tamara.”
“Let it go Tammy.”
“No bro. I won’t.” She says softly and glares at her mother. “So I’m that b***h’s sister? No way.” She shakes her head in denial.
“Terry is not a b***h. She is Larry’s fiancee and so is your sister-in-law.” She says shamelessly glaring at me.
This woman must be high on something. Must she put that point across?
“Keep dreaming mother. Keep on dreaming.” Larry says nastily.
“She is not Larry’s fiancee and she can’t be my sister.”
“You can’t make that decision. Can you?” the devil asks bitterly.
“She is neither of that Tammy. She is not my fiancee and she is not your sister. Apparently, she is adopted.” Larry explains glarin
