"Many things, Lady Al Gore. I want many things from you." Ajax, with a satisfied grin on his face, said to me.
The sound of 'many things' stung my ears so badly. I knew Ajax would never want anything good from me.
Still maintaining my false unfazed composure, I went ahead and ask my question, hoping the tone of my voice didn't sell me away.
"I'm standing here waiting to hear what they are." I let out.
I watched Ajax slowly travel his hand over Mama's chest, moving it sluggishly until he stopped right on the left side of her chest – above her breast.
Why was it so bothersome for me to watch him do that? Was it because he looked like he could be no older than Blake?
Or any of my male friends?
He looked like he could be Mama's first son yet, he was touching her in such a way.
Although, I knew he was way older than she was even though he was a ghost.
