“Alright, baby boy, it’s off to the plantation for me.” Eureka gave her brother a complex handshake and then pulled him close, hugging him affectionately. “I love you.”
Eureka was a pretty chocolate skinned girl who was seventeen years of age and stood five-foot-five. She had short curly hair and sleepy eyes.
“I love you too, sis.” Anton replied. His sister kissed him on the cheek, and broke their embrace. Anton was a twelve-year-old kid with a brown hue. He was five-foot-three and had nappy, beaded hair. He wore a navy blue hoodie and baggy blue jeans that had dirty spot at the needs. The youth looked rough and scraggily, like he struggled to survive every day which he did.
“Hey, you want me to bring you back something outta here?” she asked as she held open the glass door to the McDon
