I Can Be A Girl If Mommy Wants Me To

Along her way back, Queenie's phone rang. It was an unknown number but she answered anyway.

"Queenie Knight on the line, who is this?" She spoke first, her eyes fluctuating between the phone and the road.

"Queenie." A trembling voice called from the other end and Queenie narrowed her eyes slightly, "Queenie, is it really you?"

"Is that disappointment I hear in your voice?" Queenie asked, the corners of her mouth curling up in mockery.

Floral scoffed. She often had the urge to hit this niece of hers. The latter was just fortunate she was the only niece the Knights had.

"I heard it was your idea to keep your father's body in the house so you can send his killers to the grave with him. Unfortunately, your father's family has refused to keep him any longer and demands that he is to be buried this week." Floral went straight to the reason she called.

There was nothing she could do to convince them to keep the body any longer but they refused to listen to her. In the end, she had to g