"I found a few more things that I thought you would want," he said, pointing to the box at his feet.
"Oh, great. Could you bring it in?"
Chase hefted up the box and carried it in, setting it down nearby.
But what hurt the most was seeing the picture of the kids & the drawing of "her and mommy" that Farrah had drawn. As though she cared about them, he thought angrily. Eva was perfectly willing to pretend her mother had never existed and Greyson was too young to understand what was going on. Only Farrah was devastated that her "mama" wasn't home anymore.
Yvonne closed her eyes. "Don't do this, Chase," she said quietly.
Chase absently nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," he said without turning around.
Shrugging, Farrah grabbed one and leaned forward as Yesenia lit it.
When she inhaled, smoke went straight down her lungs, making her cough and gag. Yesenia just laughed. "Take it easy, freshman," she teased, while she expertly inhaled the smoke and exhaled fluidly.
Farrah watched Yesenia in amazement. She made it look so easy! "Sorry about your Grandpa," Yesenia said after another puff on the cigarette. "And your mom," she added blithely.
Farrah's lower lip quivered and she lifted the cigarette to her lips to mask it. "Yeah, it sucks," she said dismissively. She managed to inhale the next puff without coughing her lungs up.
Yesenia was about to say something else, when she jerked her eyes to the door. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the cigarette out of Farrah's mouth and flung both off the porch, waving the smoke in front of them to dispel it.
Yesenia turned and shot a glare at her brother. "Nothing, dork-face. Go away!"
Ahmad frowned and hurried back inside.
"He's always following after me! It's so annoying!" she complained. "He would tell on me in a second if he knew I was out here smoking - goody-two-shoes!" She fixed a stern look on Farrah. "You're not going to tattle, are you Freshman?"
Yesenia smirked. "You're not too bad, Freshman. Not too bad at all."
"Come on, Eva, put the dishes down," Arturo Glover said as he followed her into the kitchen.
Eva sniffed back the tears that were threatening. "Shut up, Artie," she said weakly. "You're going to make me cry!"
"Good! You need to! Now go sit with your Dad and I'll take care of the dishes!"
Eva hugged Arturo tightly. "Thanks for being such a great friend," she told him before hurrying off to sit with Chase.