CHAPTER THREE
Sarah bursts into laughter, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Abby, who mirrors her posture.
“So, the ‘kid’ you expected turned out to be a grown man?” She laughs again, shaking her head.
Abby huffs, grabbing a handful of potato chips. “As if that wasn’t bad enough. That man smokes like a chimney! It’s like he’s rehearsing for hell on earth.”
Sarah slaps a hand over her mouth, but another laugh escapes. Abby, unfazed, crunches down on a chip. “And get this, when I asked him if he believes in God and Jesus as our Savior, do you know what he said?”
Sarah leans in, eyes wide. “What?”
Abby rolls her eyes, lowering her voice to mimic Bayanni’s deep, teasing tone. “‘Yes, and do you believe I can make you moan?’”
Sarah nearly chokes on her chips, sputtering into a coughing fit.
Abby shoves a cup of water into her hands. “What’s so funny?”
Sarah wipes tears from her eyes, still giggling. “You’ve met a bigger match this time.”
Abby scowls. “It’s not funny! I was dressed modestly! Why does he think I’m like those girls he flirts with?” She exhales sharply, shaking her head.
“Anyway, I called Mrs. Scott on my way home and told her I’m not interested in counseling her son. I thought he was a teenager.”
Sarah finally catches her breath. “And?”
“She said we should talk tomorrow after church.” Abby pops another chip into her mouth, chewing a little too aggressively.
Sarah smirks. “Well, we’ll see how that goes.”
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