Sally shook her head. "It doesn’t matter. I heard the buyer’s son is simple-minded too. A fool for a fool—it’ll work out just fine. As long as they can have children, that’s all that matters."
They led me through the village under the cover of night.
Before long, we arrived at Willie’s house—the very same family that had bought me in my past life.
They were already waiting in the yard, grinning ear to ear.
Willie held up a kerosene lamp, its flickering light casting eerie shadows over my face.
"She’s a pretty one," he muttered, pleased.
His wife clutched their ten-year-old son, Simon, beaming as she nudged him forward.
"My dear son, we bought you a little wife. Do you like her?"
Drool dribbled down Simon’s chin as he stared at me blankly. He was nearly my height despite being older, his dull eyes glinting with excitement.
"I like her..." he giggled foolishly.
I giggled too.
A man in his forties, his face blackened from years of work, took a swig from his wine pot and frowned.
"Are you sure she’s normal?" he grumbled. "Don’t try to trick us with some dimwitted girl in the middle of the night."