"Goyo is that you," Constance asked. She emerged from the room with an orange shirt, jeans, and her handgun, laying them down with care on the bed. "You looked like his size."
Pulling the jeans on, Brice gave Constance sidelong looks keeping his head straight. Big mistake leaving the bed with the sheets wrinkle, Goyo wasn't right in the head. He had been all emotional. She twisted the door knob when he finished dressing.
All three had eyes on each other, Goyo broke the concentration. "Constance displays herself as a victim and you perform as a righteous teacher saving his students." Goyo patted Brice back, smiling. "Why did we come here, Constance?"
"Don't question me when you can't even kill you mother," Constance said spitting on the floral rug. "Your mind is weak and I know you wouldn't fired the gun."
"Nachine was manipulated."
"Your brain hasn't gotten to the rinse cycle."
"Come on and join me for breakfast," said Goyo approaching Constance. He pecked her on the lips. "You can't replace me or we both die remember." After knocking twice on her head, she slapped his hand away.
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