“Better for you to confess now, so we find an arrangement that can see you do a light reformatory penance for your sins.’’
“Better for you to confess now, so we find an arrangement that can see you do a light reformatory penance for your sins.’’
Snapping suddenly to an upright position, Yaya charged his shell-shocked attacker, who, caught ball-watching, stood helpless in the face of his foe’s barrage.
The clergyman sounded solemn. His words would certainly cut deep, spoken in a slow, grating baritone that punctuated every consonant and elaborated every vowel.
