Rescuing Angel
Iggy turned around,
and started walking out of the room, at the door he stopped, turned his head
and looked at them.
“Look follow me, maybe
I have something that will fit you. Sometimes folks bring more clothes than we need, and maybe you can find
something.”
“Daid peeps clothes,
hail no!” Morgana squeaked.
“Girl, right na I’ll
weah zombie rags, ya hea me?”
“Euuuu stink too…like
a piss pot, ya na!” Morgana laughed at Sonia.
“Yea we needs ta wash
up!”
“Don’t worry, you can
take a shower, and change, but I don’t have underwear. Our clients don’t need
them.”
“Mistah as long as I
can get out of deeze stinky thangs, I don’t ca. Ain’t nobody gon see anythang anyways.”
“Ya gots dat right
sistah!”
Suddenly Iggy was no
evil minion, he was a beautiful angel come to their rescue, and they started to cry.
“Bwaaaaa!”
“Booo whooo whooo!”
They embraced each
other, and cried, as they patted each other’s backs.
“Girl I neva thunk we
gon gits outa diz!”
“Me too whooo whoo
whoo!”
“I thought we wuz don
fo.”
“Come on, why are ya
crying? Everything’s going to be alright, I promise… please stop it!”
“Oh ya jest don’t na
what we bin going through!” Morgana muttered.
“I can only imagine.”
“Oh no you cain’t
neida.” Sonia whimpered.
“But it’s okay now. I
promise!”
Something in his
soft, reassuring voice comforted them, and so they meekly followed him. He took
them back down the stairs, to his apartment on the other side of the parlor. He
let them in, pointed down a short hallway, and said:
“My home your home,
make yourselves at home, the bathroom’s down there. Take your time, I need to
clean the mess you made,” and left.
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