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    “I may do just that, yeah.” She kept smiling, showing all of her teeth, and sat across from them. Crossing one leg over the other, stretching the tight black leggings, she sat back, her sight dancing from her daughter back to him. “Silver loves you, you know that?”
    “I do.” He rocked against a pillow. “I love her, too… very much. She’s a good woman, but obviously, you already know that. Your home is beautiful, by the way.”
    “Thank you, thank you very much. You’re full of shit, but thank you all the same!” She cackled, drawing them both into her mood.
    “Nah, I’m serious!” But his smile wouldn’t leave.
    “Look, I know my style isn’t for everyone. Silver is the true decorator in the family. She stopped caring about that sort of thing though after… nevermind.” The woman paused, looked away from them. He cast a glance at Silver, and the woman’s head was down, her expression stiff and unyielding.
    Damn. So that’s why Silver’s place is so barren…empty… cold. It matched her mood after her ex died… I should’ve known.
    “I saw how you were lookin’ around at everything. I appreciate you trying to impress me all the same.”
    He nodded, busted cold. Wasn’t any point in trying to clean the shit up.
    “So, Silver said you had to work earlier this morning?”
    “Yes, sometimes I work overtime at my job, just went in for a few hours is all.” He leaned forward, tugged at his jeans and straightened his button-down shirt with a fast tug.
    “You got a trade I hear; a good job, too? A welder?”
    “Yes I do, Ms. Faye.”
    “Oh no, baby,” She looked down at her knee as if it were talking 1980’s Square Biz to her, then back at him, a twinkle in her eyes. “I went back to my maiden name, Stanton, but you can just call me Angel.”
    “Okay, Angel, sorry about that. But yes, I went to school for welding. I have a job, not afraid of hard work. I own my own house, you know. I take care of myself, and though your daughter needs no meal ticket, I can help her out, too.”
    “That’s good,” She cleared her throat and sat a bit straighter. “I can’t stand a lazy man… almost nothing worse in this world.”
    “Really, Mama?” Silver’s lips twisted in obvious disbelief. “What about Gregory, huh? I bet—”
    “You know that’s different, Silver!” She waved her hand in her daughter’s direction as if to say ‘hush.’ “He’s trying to get on disability. Zenith, Silver comes down on her brother so badly. He has ADHD… it isn’t his fault.”
    “He doesn’t have any damn ADHD, Mama. The only thing he has is user-itis, lazy-meningitis, and suckle-off-Mama’s-teats-ritis! I ain’t here for it, nope.”
    Zenith quickly turned away, trying everything in his power to keep from laughing.
    “Zenith, notice how he isn’t here? He knows I come and have brunch with Mama sometimes, so he makes sure to get his slothful butt out of bed and out the door before I arrive.”
    “Ignore her. She’s had it in for him since the day she was born,” Angel said sheepishly. “You take care of your grandfather, too, I hear. I admire that, I really do.”
    “Thank you. I appreciate that. Yes, he has some health problems, and Alzheimer’s.”
    “Yeah.” She nodded sympathetically then turned and crushed her cigarette in an ashtray. “Silver told me… I’m real sorry to hear that. I’ll pray for him, okay?”
    “Okay, thank you.”
    “Silver says you don’t have any kids… kinda strange this day and age for a thirty-year-old to not have any children. Not that I’m complaining; I just found it a little different is all.”
    “Angel, I don’t have any children because I don’t want any right now, so I just tried to make sure that didn’t happen.”
    “Oh, I see. Well, that’s good… no sense in having children before you’re ready. That’s real responsible of you.”
    “I try to be.”
    “So, I understand you’re one hell of a drummer.” She clasped