The mother and daughter whispered in a secluded corner, arranging Jacqueline Spann's marriage.
"Let's go with this family. When are they coming to get her? I can't stand the sight of that little beast for another day." Phoenix Golding agreed without a second thought. She didn't care if the man was a lunatic or an imbecile—as long as they paid, it was fine. She didn't want to lay eyes on that little beast for another minute.
"I'll go give them our reply, then. They'll come in a couple of days to have a look. If they're satisfied, they'll take her away."
"Fine. I'll be waiting at home."
The mother and daughter slunk away furtively like thieves, not noticing Gentry Chapman behind the corner of the wall. He stood there with a look of surprise, a piece of paper and a wood shard in his hand. On the paper lay some grayish-white crystals he had scraped off.
