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"You know? Normally I would but I been ..." said old Monty, wiping up his mouth with his sleeve, "Busier than a moth in a mitten!" chucked the old man under his breath.
"Monty, don't lie to me!" scolded Luda Mae at her brother, "You have been doing nothing these last months other than to spy on the construction site", she scoffed, unhappy by his attempts to avoid work.
"Actually, the building is finished since ..." his tired eyes glanced at the old grandmother's clock in the living room, "an hour..." he stretched his head, uncertain.
"What did you find out about it?" asked Luda Mae, an eyebrow raised as she picked up her purse from under the counter.
Luda Mae stared out the window with a firm gaze, taking in the view.
The old town was barren, only a few clouds drifting past as the sunlight blazed upon the windows.
The weather station had warned its citizens to brace themselves for the upcoming "dry season," with no sign of rain.
"Whoever owns the house, they're richer'n Croesus!" whistled Monty, still spying out the window at the house until his old eyes caught something in the distance.
It was an old car, a black one, coming towards the Hewitt's residence.
"It isn't one of mine..." Monty thought, "My guess, it's the new owner and neighbour..." he muttered under his breath, yet it was heard by his older sister.
"If it's a beautiful black gal, do not kill her, Monty!" Luda Mae's eyebrows furrowed, and a scowl on her face.
"...Vroommm..."
"..."
"...Toc...!"
Monty's old eyes widen as his mouth feels agape as the scene occurs right in front of their lawn.
A beautiful black woman steps out of her car.
She exuded confidence as she walked towards the building worker, who was awaiting her arrival. Her chosen outfit showcased her stunning figure.
Her white blouse hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her ample bosom. The subtle v-neckline of the blouse added a touch of sophistication to her look.
Her brown ankle-length skirt with slits on either side highlighted her long, shapely legs and gave her a bold and fashionable edge.
The skirt hugged her curves perfectly, yet form-fitting and comfortable, allowing her to move freely! To finish the outfit, black high-heeled mules helped the woman's feet to walk comfortably yet with fashion.
Overall, her outfit showed off her bold and confident personality.
"Monty...?" Was someone calling him? He could have sworn that he had heard a familiar voice.
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