❝I will not be told where I can go and where I cannot go!❞
The ginger raised her eyebrows in shock. Her red lips a slight frown as she crossed her arms under her chest.
“You will be told where ya may or may not go an’ ya will NOT speak t’ me that way young lady.” This was not her daughter and she had no right to scold her. But Moira would scold anyone who yelled at her like that.
“There are dangerous places in this city, in any city for that matter an’ young girls are bein’ snatched off th’ streets in droves. Would ya like t’ be kidnapped? Disappear forever? If th’ rumors are true you’ll become a Little Sister an’ wouldn’t that be fun?”
The woman grabbed the girl by the shoulder and began steering her toward a Bathysphere station. “Where does your mother work? You are goin’ home ‘fore ya never go back at all.”