Grandmother to Sebastien Renard, the cocky American punk whom she’d drop-kicked a couple days ago. Seated next to his grandmother, Sebastien looked ...eally good in his ‘churchy’ clothes. And he’d been so polite and friendly since the church incident. The one where he helped her relative, and impressed her family with his kindness and quick reflexes. It was hard for her to believe that this suave and friendly guy was the same bozo who’d gotten on her bad side days ago. The Sebastien who sat. She stopped at his chair and thrust her hands out to James with the construction paper attached. James took the hint and took the paper from Lucy’s hands. ‘Did you draw this, Lucy?’ he asked her in a voice that portrayed amazement. She nodded her head. ‘I really like it. I think that it’s the best drawing of a turkey that I’ve ever seen!’ James’ praise made the child beam with pride. She did a little jump in place, an outlet for her excitement. She quickly about-faced and scurried back to her. Juanita was in the process of opening the gate and had turned around when she heard me open the door. I noticed she was wearing burgundy jogging sweats but was barefoot.I ran my hand through my hair. "Juanita. What can I do for you? Do you want to come in?"I held my hand out for her. I've got a couple of steps that are close to a foot tall in front of the door. She held onto me and climbed up and into the apartment.I offered her a chair, then asked if she'd like something to drink. I got her a. Oh god thats real classy. She says as she realizes how disgusted she is with this place.Suddenly the restroom entrance door slams open and she hears footsteps, she assumes it’s her mother. Alyssa stands up and begins to pull her panties and shorts up when she hears the stall door next to her open and close and she looks down at the stall wall to her side to see a big pair of boots sticking out into her stall. Who…? She thinks as she hears pants unzip on the other side. She looks to.