"Yeah — Home."
Mumbling the words, she took a few more bites before finally setting her fork down and lightly pushing her plate away. Whatever it was wasn’t sitting well in Sasha’s stomach and she couldn’t eat another bite. Which worried her for a moment, whatever this was probably wasn’t regular meat.
Deciding to save that topic for another time, she cleared her throat before looking back over at Angie. “So, tell me about this place? It sure is nice, lots of people, lots of food. I’m guessing you had to do some crazy things to get this place moving.” She didn’t want to offend the other, no. That was Sasha’s last intent but she wasn’t about to just sit here and eat this woman’s bullshit — literally. She’d been through too much to become a part of another fucked up place.
"It wasn't easy, of course, but nothing worthwhile ever is," she explained (however vaguely). "We found a system that works for us. I implemented a set of rules and a schedule--we stick to that, we stay safe. Think you can live with that?" Sasha was a bit too inquisitive for Angie's liking. It would be more of a challenge opening her mind to the path the Lord had given her, but she would get there-- --and if she refused, she, like the others before her, would face the consequences.
