Mary Gibson

Curiosity killed the cat.

That’s if you don’t end up on the streets. Like mother, like daughter.

You don’t make no money in a war… well, not unless you’re selling the guns, you don’t.

She had very strong opinions and would share them freely with whoever would listen.

It was during her second week that she realized she’d actually become a slave in hell.

But the white fluffy towel was more than a luxury, it was a link to another life.

she had no evil stepmother or aunt to contend with now. Her only hardship would be a night on the streets, and it seemed preferable.

Happiness was precarious.

She remembered now why she had never looked for it.

e held the power of life and death in his hands, so perhaps he deserved to feel better than everyone else.