She peered around to where her daughter pointed-at me-before turning a pitiful shade of red. The mother’s head snapped up from her purse at her child’s voice. I’d hate to see what this child would have to say about my shops-creepy, demon portraits everywhere. I went from the dude with demons on my arm to demon worshipper real quick. She was her own breed, and she’d hang me for my petty thoughts, but I couldn’t stop myself.įucking hell. My ma had been in this shape while raising me, and most of the food on our table before she met Hank came from food stamps, yet I saw more people abuse the system, so my disdain was real every time I saw people like this one in a store. In a matter of minutes, she’d slide an EBT card through the slot to pay for her items. I exhaled loudly as I imagined her living off the government. The longer I watched her, the more she irked me. From her chipped nails to her pale, tired face without makeup it was obvious she didn’t give two shits about her appearance. It probably had been a day or two since she shampooed it.

I took in the greasy blonde hair tucked into a messy bun. “What is it, Lucy?” Her mother asked as she grabbed her purse and wheeled the cart forward as the cashier rung up her items. She saw the bag of chips in my hand and tapped her Mom’s side “Mom, mom,” she started. Lil’ Thief gazed up, eyes widening then hardening as tough as one could look at her age. I bent down, picked up my chips, and chuckled as I walked over to the next aisle and grabbed a pizza-something I could at least heat up easily-then went to the checkout where ugly grandpa’s evil thief helped her mom unload their shopping cart items. She startled, dropped the Funyuns, and ran screaming to her mom. “You have demons on your arms ’cause you’re one.”

“My papaw always tells my mom that tattoos are ugly on women.” I saw the way her eyes rolled over my arms before she frowned. The little girl was inspecting me when I glanced back down at her. “She’s right where I left her.” She pointed to a blonde head leaned over one of the freezer sections. “Where’re your parents? Little shits shouldn’t be all alone even if they’re becoming lil’ thieves at such a young age.”

She stared down at the chips in her tiny grip-those were mine-then looked back up. “How about you give me those Funyuns?” I asked nicely. “Are you talking to me?” The kid couldn’t be more than three and there she was completely alone and stealing my damn Funyuns! She slowly turned, peered up, and arched her brow at me curiously. “Whoa,” I said, staring down at the blonde pigtails. I nodded and smiled as if to say, “It’s all good” when two little hands shot up and snatched the bag before I could. There was only one bag left, and it was partially hidden by all the Lay’s chips next to it. For a second, I couldn’t see any Funyuns. –full-length single mom slow burn romance

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