FIVE
Angie was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her guests. While she heated up the large griddle, Precious rubbed all around her bare ankles and used her head to brush the flipflops. “Hang on. I’ll feed you in a second.”
“I smell coffee,” said a female voice from behind.
Angie turned around to greet her guest with a smile. “Good morning. Have a seat. Coffee will be ready shortly.”
The woman sat in the middle of the six-place setting. Although there were only three women staying currently, Angie always set the table for six so each could choose where they wanted to sit.
“Did you rest well?” she asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Yes, until I heard a bumping at the door,” said the woman. She pushed her overly bleached hair away from an equally overly tanned face. Angie noti
