The light crossing her face is soft orange and unsteady. Smoke slithers skyward as the image before her is eaten away. If her grandmother could see her now, she’d be proud. It would be a secret, hidden from the rest of the outraged family but Olla knew Nonnie would agree with her. The plague of her family and its ego needed to go.
“Father’s going to wring your neck,” Her brother’s voice echoes behind her, but she remains focus on the task before. “Those are his prized possessions.”
“All the more reason to burn them, Dre.” She breathes, mostly to herself. “All the more reason to burn them.”
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