The Mate Agreement
“One hit from Mama’s slippers gon’ have that evil sucker running away with this tail tucked between his legs.”
I hear a thin voice laugh freely in the background. “Those slippers made of vibranium, for real.” Someone, probably one of her younger sisters, comments loud enough for me to hear.
It makes me smile.
“Testimony from someone with a lifelong experience.” Bibah adds, letting loose her mellow, wicked laughter. In the background, something crashes, someone says something with vehemence in a language I’m not familiar with.
“Okay.” I nod to myself.