JENNIFERI was laid back by the old lady's single statement “What could she know?” I thought she was probably just trying to milk me off because of my present physical state, with my rough denemor Anyone with half a brain wound sense that I'm passing through a lot.“Old lady, if you need a drink you simply ask for it, I might be moved by your plea to buy you a bottle or two, trying to cajole me with lies about what you know or not won't work at this point,” I said with an air of finality while I try to get off from the stool I sat on.I paid for my shot, taking a closer look at the lady. She looked like she frequented the bar very often, and probably knew one or two about the occupants of the estates.“What do you know old lady, I might pay for your drinks you know?” I turned back at the lady whose chapped lips had tasted years of penury.She adjusted her sit and beckoned at me to come sit down on the stool beside her the one I just got up from. I reluctantly sat down again “Well, wha

LARRY.I couldn't help myself but feel bad about the way I treated her, she was just a victim of pure circumstance.Just the way I was a victim of bullying in high school, I might have gotten my justice, but she will never get the justice she deserves.First, because she was sold to the highest bidder by her father, secondly people like my dad loved to see peasants beg for Mercy, he loves showing his supremacy.I had it in the back of my mind to apologize for my recent outburst. The presence of that evil man I call Dad makes me do the unthinkable sometimes. It was a result of the devil in the room, my father.I know he wouldn't react or try to fight because of my bride present in the room, I hate hate hate that man, I can't even pretend to be in the same room with himI was startled out of my deep thoughts at the creaking of the door, there she was, as gently as a dove. I'm now more convinced that I have been a jerk.“How are you doing Mr Davidson”, she said with the most calming voi