Odette laid down her fork and lifted her glass, holding it at her lips. “Soooo, uh, how is your mother doing?”
Again, Kreon stopped his fork at his mouth, jaws full like he was thinking about something. He munched and swallowed his food before speaking again.
“f**k my momma!” he spat like he had a nasty taste in his mouth.
Odette’s face balled up and she said, “Wow! Baby, that’s your mother.”
He then went back to eating until he’d cleaned his plate. Afterwards, he sat his fork down on his plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I know that. Listen, I love my mom’s to death. She’s been there for me, but not when I needed her most. So, f**k that b***h, I’m not sure if I care if she dies.”
Odette frowned and angled her head. “Watch yo’ mouth now! I know you may have resentment toward
