Chapter 90

“Welcome to Adam and Eve,” the brawny security told Jacy once she cat-walked into the front balcony that led to the galleria. She was ready to explore the night whichever ways and thought of Ken’s trouble was going to make her day horrible; she only apologized to her son Bluueyes who could be having the worst of dinner tonight; as much as she knew Ken couldn’t cook, let alone be a horrible cook. The last time she ate his food, she could remember fixing her anus next to the toilet for almost all day.

She ignored their warm handshake, not forgetting to give them the cold shoulders, as they ushered her in. The babble of people and loud, uproarious music welcomed her, as she glared around before she started making into the crowed of dancers and drinkers.

It had been like ages since she visited; since Ken started keeping his distance and making her fall short of love. Ken had really stolen the better parts of her, since he disappeared to California. And to an extent she had nagged at mothe