A woman standing at the door, a box held in her arms and a smile on her lips. If Lord Prosperio looked like Vincent Price mixed with your father, than this woman looked like a mix between Bette Davis and your mother. Her eyes twinkled with amusement, and she sauntered towards you with an easy grace. She took your hand and said "Well, aren't you just the most perfect thing, my dear? Such a...robust and solid young negress you've become."
You start to question her, but your words come out with a sassy snap to them, as you say "What'chu talkin' about, mamma? Does y'all knows de guy what lives heah?"
"You mean my husband? Cartainly I know him, you silly cow. Here. Take this box and put on what's inside."
You want to argue with her, but you're too curious about the contents of the box. What could they be?
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