“She is brat. My kids are brats too. We’ve spoiled them. We’ve let them know how hard the world is and we’ve tried to compensate but Briar, the girls were trying to smoke last week. Smoke. They’re nine!”
“I know.”
“And neither one of us stuck with the punishments.”
She chuckled, “well, I did get sick and show up at your house in the dead of night putting them right back together.” She gave Marie a sideways glance, “are you telling me all this, so I get my kid away from yours?”
“No. I know it was my little asshole who provided the cigarettes. She stole them from the trash can after I confiscated them from her brother.”
They both stood staring out the window overlooking the parking lot quietly before Briar asked, “would you really leave here Marie? If you had the chance?”
She nodded, “
