C27 Twenty -seven: Prudence's four evil spawns
Restless and frustrated, Gwen paced the length and width of the lounge. The African décor of the room did little to ease her uneasiness, she preferred, classic to modern décor. Nothing was going her way. Everything that she had worked so hard for over seven years had come tumbling down in just a day. She cursed the name of Sinikiwe and vowed to make her pay.
"Sis, stop pacing already