"Ah, you wish much, he would die first before he leaves the bottle, now. You know it." She chuckled as she went to the kitchen. Leaving Watts on the coach.
It seemed she was watching basket ball, it was her favorite game, and most of the times when Pistil and Watts wanted to watch there football late in the night, she would chase them out if they so much made noise.
Like literally kick them out of the house.
She really was a one in a million woman. In fact, now that Watts thinks of it, all the women… most women he knew were quite weird.
Like you wouldn't wish to see them angry or you would regret it.
His aunt, Eve Chloe's mother, Petra, his sister too. He seemed to have a magnet for weird women, not to mention the ghost, Evelyn.
"What can I get you?" she shouted from the kitchen.
"Don't worry about me really, am good." He replied back.
"Nah ah, we both know that ain't happening." She said back.
"Ok, some water is fine," he said with a smile.
