MARTHA:
"Hello, Mom? What do you want?" I asked her coldly, knowing that my dad was the one who had advised me to call her Mom—not knowing that she was a secret killer.
"Martha, where the hell did you go today? Do you want me to report to your uncles that you are now wandering about the city and doing secret hookups at night since the death of your father?" Sandra asked, sounding like a concerned mother. My uncles would be touched, thinking that she cared, not knowing that she was rejoicing that I hadn’t returned home.
"Not like you care about me. I will be home, but not today. I have some things to take care of," I replied firmly, my thumb reaching to end the call, and Sandra yelled.
"Martha, I want you to come home today. You have to check your wedding dress and get prepared for your
