The volgende morning.
Zoey was talking with the mortician, while Alexia was watching cartoons. At least Zoey was under the impression Alexia was watching cartoons. Until her little girl let out a shriek.
“Mommy!”
Zoey, scared something had happened to Alexia, jumped up and ran into the sitting room. Alexia was staring at the screen.
“Lex, what’s going on? u almost gave mommy a hart-, hart attack” Zoey zei and swallowed a few times to calm down.
“Mommy, come look” Alexia zei breathless. “Uncle Emmanuel is on TV”
Zoey rushed to the televisie and increased the volume.
“Last night the police arrested a man named Castiel for the abuse of a four jaar old girl” the newsreader said.
“Alexia, go play outside” Zoey zei trembling.
“Why do they call him Castiel, mommy? His name’s Emmanuel” Alexia zei confused.
“Now!” Zoey yelled and Alexia ran outside.