Katana Angie's face flushed with fever, giving me extreme concern. Her dad wasn't home and had joined a friend in the neighboring pack for some car repairs. Worried about the little girl, I had to do something. “Mom,” I called over my shoulder. “Angela is burning up; we need to do something.” My mom remained unresponsive and refused to take immediate action. I noticed she didn't give a damn about the girl or even Kenneth, and sometimes I wondered why. “Did you hear me?” I repeated. “She needs help.” “I'm not a doctor, darling. What am I supposed to do?” “That's not nice, Mom,” I said, frowning. “Are we supposed to ignore the girl?” “She'll be fine,” she said nonchalantly. “Kids get sick all the time.” “Mum!” “Do whatever you want,” she snapped. “I have a headache.” Without wasting any more time, I reached out to Kenneth, dialing his number and getting frustrated that he wasn't picking up. He picked up after the third ring. “Angie is sick, and Mom isn't doing anything.” Ken
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