Leggings - Ma shows her daughter how too....
By maisie
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A late delivery, this time of 5:30a.m. (21.2.15), and Ma Maggot and the screamers, a bunch of yelling biting girls were in full concert. It fair silenced the morning chorus.
"She don't want this," yelled Clamydia grimly choosing what would sell nicely on her market stall. She kept a couple on employment there, half paid and half in slavery to her for future use. She liked the thought of a couple of souls in thrall. "Isn't that right Ma? She's turning into a bitter old woman. You needed tell her about it either."
Ma bit back a laugh. You could hear the death rattle of her usual outright cackle bite the dust.
"Yeah!" she said, "No need to bother her. And don't bring her that book either. It's not as if she'd know, really. She'll forget in a couple of days." This represented a whole new career for Clamydia, she wanted to keep it. Before she was famous for her facial appearance on Facebook as a young victim. Ma prided herself on being a good judge of character, she felt that Clammy could really make it here. It was a joint initiative.
I wondered who it was really for. I had heard that stocking the stall took most of the young ladies time, except for when they had to go around trying the doors. Or wait for a totally unexpected drop off. Why couldn't they let this bitter old person know? Who ever it was then wouldn't be bitter. I mean to be stolen from by Ma and the girls was extremely horrible.
She couldn't even go outside to stop them, she might get something from the contact!
"Why don't you go do that somewhere else?" yelled an irritated voice. "Everyone's heard that and knows you're someone else. So go do it at home!"
A pause, and then Clamydia shouted back, "I would only they won't deliver it. It's meant for her!" She belched loudly, "And they know we take it. they know!" She was victorious and meant us all to know it.
I WAS WIDE AWAKE. It was as if I'd never moved.
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