"Then get to gettin', girl." Donna said, snorting a laugh, eyes drifting shut as her messy hair was combed through. Thankfully, she hadn't had tons of new growth, so it was more relaxing than painful. This was supposed to be a treat. No pain tonight. She wasn't having that shit.
"Me? Hell, no - my cousins lived in the ghetto and I spent four summers with them as a kid. I know how to stay out of the way when the shit gets to stirrin'." That did not, however, mean she was without stories. She was never short on a good story. They were just very rarely hers, was the thing. "But I did hear something interesting. Did you see any of what's going on with those royals from that country I'm pretty sure doesn't exist?"