Dance With The Wicked

"Anna!"

"Coming!"

Anna walked in with a basket of Vegetables.

"It's not like I escaped, at least, that will never happen as long as you're still alive" She replied. Diana glared at her daughter, her gaze capturing her curves and beautiful face.

"You've got more pretty and thick, the men are treating you better, how's your night with Mr Will?"

Anna dropped the basket and moved over to the wet clothes in the bowl. She took one out and shook it, the little drops that shrunk out, wet her skin.

"Mr Will is just a brute" She replied as she dry out the clothes on the thin line in the backyard.

"I've told you to watch that mouth of yours, it will get you into trouble"

"Why are you yelling? Who do you think I learned it from, if not you"

"What?! Have you ever seen me going around cursing people?"

"I think that's what you thought me" Diana knew better than to argue with her daughter so she kept her mouth shut and left the backyard, leaving her to the chores.

" And there she goes again, leaving her unfortunate daughter to everything" Anna murmured as she continued to dry out the clothes. After she was done, she sat to sort out the fresh vegetables.

" Where in the word is she? Isn't she supposed to be here to help me out? I'm so going to kill her when I see her in the market place"

" Looking for me? " Anna flinched loudly at the sudden voice behind her.

Abigail, knowing she's successful in scaring her friend, laughed loudly as she emerged from the clothes on the line.

"You scared me, you thin girl!"

"And now someone is not pleased to actually see me, she's calling me a thin girl, I better leave for the market" Abigail muttered knowingly and pretended to leave.

Anna sighed and held her tiny wrist, forcing her to sit beside her. Abigail smiled and started out with the portion that was left out for her.

"What's your mom up to again?"

"Who knows what that crazy bitch has up her sleeves, I don't want to care"

"Is it true about your marriage?" Anna asked.

Abigail sighed and stopped working for a while as she stared at the blue sky. Noon was drawing near, faster.

"It's true but I managed to talk it out with the supposed groom arranged for me..."

"So...did he agree to stop?"

"No...he obviously has no other choice too"

"How old is he?"

"I heard...he's in his early twenties, lucky me....I thought I'll be getting married to a man with big pot belly" They laughed crazily.

"I'm happy for you" Anna smiled sweetly.

"I don't want to get married though"

"I know, but I think this is the best opportunity you have...what if you after rejecting him, they decide to set you up with a man with big pot belly?"

" I guess you're right, I can't believe we're getting married" Tears stung her eyes.

Anna smiled at first but when she had to process her words, she blinked at her in confusion.