“Yeah, you did,” she acknowledged that, and had to admit she was maybe a little proud that she was able to throw Dannielle off (she hadn’t been able to throw off Apollo, she’d barely been able to budge him, so she didn’t hate the idea that she was able to make an impact on someone.) She had to wonder if Dannielle ‘forgetting what Avery was like’ was actually forgetting and not her trying to convince herself she had a different son entirely.
“Bloody Xander though,” she said, dropping a handful of forks on top of the plates with a satisfying clutter. “He cut a little close to home. Hah, literally.” She dug the edge of her blunt fingernail into the tablecloth, fiddling for a second before she decided to spill it, sending him a yep, welp, this sucks expression. “My ‘hood is changing, he ain’t wrong. Bougie shit and expensive condos going in. Our rent’s going up too, in Feb. It’s the third time in two years and it’s just… it’s bullshit. They tryna force us out and – grandma was even lookin’ at different places to live, and everything is either smaller and crappier or further away from everything. ‘Just in case’, she said. I hate it. And then they had to go brag that they doing the same thing down here. Smug bastards.”