The City of Fire the City of Fire

Mother! Did you think I was such a spoiled baby that I couldn’t be courteous to a stranger even if she was a detestable little vamp? You’re not to bother about it any more. She’ll come into my room with me of course. You didn’t expect me to sail through life without any sacrifices at all did you, Motherie? Suppose I had gone to Africa as I almost did last year? Don’t you fancy there’d have been some things harder than sharing my twin beds with a disagreeable stranger? Besides, remember those angels unaware that the Bible talks about. I guess this is up to me, so put away your frets and come on in. It’s time we had worship and ended this day.