“She will be happy to talk to you.”
“Me? Hell no!” Slade disagreed. “I would faint.”
“I’m not talking to you.” Ren switched and tapped Gifford. “I’m talking about him.” He says. “Gifford is her favorite child. Her perfect son.” Ren chuckled. “She would bug you all day.”
Gifford just kept walking, ignoring Ren’s presence.
Slade cracked up with his hand glove over his face. “I can’t wait to see the look on Gifford’s face as she touches him and licks his fingers.”
Ren laughed.
“She is so gross.” Layla looked at Slade with a worried look. “You guys should stop laughing. This is not something to laugh about.” She whined. “Come on.”
“Still scared of her?” Damon asked, moving past Layla. “Staying behind doesn’t mean she wouldn’t see you. Just pull your guts together and look her in th
