Day after day, while Blaze slept, she was unaware that her fate had been snatched up by Savannah’s city manager, Calvin Little. Set on revenge, he took her future in his fat, little fist and began painfully pulling at it, stretching it and molding it into what he wanted it to be.
With a wide, stupid smile on his face, he almost skipped happily up the front walk of a nice, little house where he noticed several children playing in the yard. While ringing the doorbell, he cast a gleeful look down at the list of names he had already compiled on the petition. For this kind of action, he needed at least a thousand, and with all the lady’s luncheons he had gone to, he already had about eight hundred.
He turned quickly when the door opened. “Hello, ma’am,” he bowed slightly. “My name is Calvin L
