The Angel and The Black Sheep

Priscilla stormed into the kitchen and ignored the helping maids around her as she reached into the refrigerator for a chilling drink to help relieve the sudden feeling of dryness she felt in her throat.

"That darn butler..." She muttered underneath her breath.

Preston sat down on one of the chairs and rested on the table. He always had a smile on his face and loved his brother just as much as he loved his mother.

Actually, he loved his brother more than he loved his mother. But if both her sons were to turn their backs on her, how would she feel? He just didn't want to hurt her feelings and he always tried to do things that would please her.

Timothy always told him; "be the angel of the family, no matter what, always be the angel."

"Are you alright mom? I think it's the weather, my throat suddenly feels dry sometimes as well." Preston still had a soft smile on his face as he spoke.

She looked up at him, she had forgotten t
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