Her partner, Mabel, waved me off absentmindedly, then leaned close to Fabienne and muttered under her breath.
“Think this kid’s slow? We’re in the middle of nowhere, and he’s still thinking about candy. No one’s gonna pay for an idiot!”
Fabienne shook her head. “Should be fine. The buyer’s daughter is a fool too. Even if he’s a little slow, it won’t matter.
“Two idiots together—doesn’t matter, as long as they can pop out kids.”
They then led me quietly into the town.
Soon, we arrived at the place of the couple that bought me last time.
The whole Willoughbys were already waiting in the yard.
The moment I was brought in, their faces split into wide grins.
Jethro, the father, lifted an oil lamp and leaned in to inspect my face.
“Hmm, not bad. Looks decent.”
Melinda, his wife, holding their 10-year-old daughter, Gracie, beamed. The woman pointed at me and said, “Sweetie, Mommy and Daddy got you a little husband. Do you like him?”
Gracie was much taller than me, drooling as she giggled.
“L… like.”
She laughed foolishly.
I smiled back at her.
“Jethro, this kid doesn’t look too bright either…”
A black-bearded man in his 40s frowned, taking a swig from his whiskey bottle.