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Donatella
Donatella walked up the steps to the Federal Courthouse where Kelly was waiting for her. It had been months since the raid on the BOC compound. They were there to testify against Bobby Lee and the other ringleaders, who were out on bail.
“Good of you to join us,” Kelly quipped facetiously when she reached the top of the stairs.
She was only six minutes late. She would’ve been much later had she not fled from Lincoln, who was determined to go another round in the sack.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You probably just got here.”
His smirk told her she was right. Donna laughed as they entered the building, flashing their badges to bypass security.
“We got time to grab a coffee?” Donna asked.
“Yeah. You know they tell you to be here at 9, but court never starts until about 10:30.”
“If you’re lucky,” she scoffed.
After checking in with the court sergeant, they went to the cafeteria. Donna got coffee and a blueberry muffin and sat at a table in the corner. Kelly walked over carrying orange juice and a dry piece of toast. He joined her at the table and stuffed the crunchy bread in his mouth.
“That looks tasty,” she remarked sarcastically.
“What? You think I keep this sexy body by eating…muffins?”
“I manage,” Donna said through a giggle before stuffing a big chunk of muffin in her mouth.
“Oh, my God! Kateri, Cameron, I never thought I’d see you again!”
When Donna looked up, Vera was standing over them. She grabbed a chair from another table and joined them without an invitation.
“Can you believe what they're doing to us?” She sighed and looked at them with sad eyes.
“Vera, what are you doing here?” Donna asked with a frown.
“Same thing you’re doing here. I’m here to show my support for the Messiah.”
“Are you fucking serious? This is the same church, and I use that term loosely and with disdain, but it’s the same church, with the same people that whipped you like a slave because you wouldn’t allow yourself to be pimped out.”
“No!” she shouted, slamming her palm on the table. “That’s our family!”
“Are you off your fucking meds? You let that cult leader in your head and he scrubbed away what little brain you had to begin with. You need to wake up. He’s a goddamned con-artist.”
Vera’s face twisted with rage. “He’s my husband!”
Donna shook her head with a chortle. The woman was unbelievable.
She looked around, realizing that everyone in the cafeteria was staring at them. Not willing to provide any more entertainment, Donna grabbed her coffee and muffin and stood to leave.
“He marriedme!” she spat as if she’d won a prize.
“Well, if it’s legal, I’m sure it was so you couldn’t testify against his crooked ass.”
She felt Kelly’s hand on her back.
“Donna, let’s go.”
Vera glared at her with a furrowed brow. “Donna?”
