My father arrived and he took us with the car of the lady and thanked her with money to get herself another car.. God this man.
The drive to wherever he was taking us was long.. But he made sure to change the cars when we were leaving Polokwane to a black BMW..
"okay.. You girls are awfully quiet..." he said and I sighed, "don't have anything better to say or talk about.."
"how about what they did when you were in there.. Let's start there."
I rolled my eyes and looked outside the window. The contractor was a psychologist during the day and a contracter at night but my father every single day. It was amazing how he was good at all these jobs.
"so.. Who will start.."
"not me.." I said and he chuckled, "obviously.. Nikki.."
"umh... Can we like not think about it.. I'm still healing."
