"So when will we meet this black witch Mr. King was talking about?" Little blondie tossed a piece of bread into her mouth, staring at Esther's back; who stood with her hands on her waist, staring into her closet.
"That is none of your business".
"Huh?" The girl crooked her head, having a towel wrapped around bare chest. "But he said you will take me to her".
Esther ran her hands over her hung dresses in the closet, searching for something in particular. "And that does not bother you?" Esther asked nonchalantly, not turning to glance at the girl on her bed.
"No. Why? I trust Mr. King. He is nice".
"His name is not king", Esther lips twitched.
"But I like that name for him. Makes me look at you as less lonely since he can be your king", she tossed another chunk of bread into her mouth.
