My Master and My Baby
I made the fatal mistake of telling you that there was a chorus concert at the middle school. I am minding my own business, zoning out to be exact, when halfway through the concert, you appear from nowhere, and sit down beside me. I look around in horror, because I know people there, but you lean in close, and whisper in my ear to stay calm, and tell anyone that asks that I'm a friend of the family. I know better than to disobey - I've seen what you're capable of, when crossed. Barbara is...