Cruel? Cruella?

"I just didn't want to believe that he was that cruel," Barb complained.

"Yes,he is. Believe it or not, I'm gonna put him behind bars," Tess stood up.

"How's Lucas holding up?"

"He's in captivity, what else do you expect? Jason has a virus in him and he's freaking out! All thanks to your ex-husband."

  "I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. Evil is bound to show its face one day."

"When you get him," Barb stated as Tess turned around. "Don't kill him. He is your father after all." 

"I don't have a father," she walked away into the house.

     She moved slowly to Grandma's room. They made a neat mess the last time they were in here. She bent down and started to arrange the room. She dusted the mirror and pulled out a drawer. Grandma's make-up were ruined, probably expired. She drew the closet open and saw her dresses. She was a fashionable woman. Her 

fascinators were all hung on