“You can leave now.”
“Okay sir.” My driver sounded confused, and I understood. I was supposed to pick someone here, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Home sir?”
“Yes.”
Driving away, I saw someone.
“Stop here.” I said to my driver which he did instantly. With the press of the button, the window glided down into the door frame, and I silently watched as Selina’s sister and a woman yells at her.
Aren’t they ashamed they are doing this at the side of the road? This is America for goodness sake!
“You are married but now you are whoring around the streets. Goodness, you should be arrested.”
I watched as Selina remained quiet. But who the f**k is she? Is she her mother for talking to her like that? And why the hell is she quiet while she talks to her like that?
“Mom, there’s no o
