Brendon
Ms. Clara talked with us for a while, but had to head back and go to work. She hugged Kamaria tightly and made us promise to come visit soon. I showed her out and as soon as I turned around from closing the door, Kamaria was standing in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed. Her brow is lifted and her lips are pressed together. She is giving nothing but attitude in her look. I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on.
“What?” I ask as I halt my steps.
“Your mother is here.” She says matter of factly.
“Yeah.” I say with an agitated sigh.
“And she wants to stay here.”
“Yeah, that’s what she said.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“What am I going to say, no? She’s your mother. You were shot. She’s worried.”
“She has a whole suite that is almost directly under us.” I fi
