Just relax. Think about whatever you like.My mind was a riot of thoughts and images. Being with mother. With Zuri. Being with both of them. Lying unde... the tree, I could smell their unique scents: the warm salt-and-musk of my sister sleeping quietly not half a meter from me, and the flowers and-herbs smell of my mother, the scent brushed onto her thighs from the field of wild lavender we had walked through earlier that day.The tree stirred softly in the breeze. I could feel spots of heat. The Mexican craftsman promised my sign would be ready in a few days.We carried our loot back to El Toro, and once again, Molly worked her magic. A doily here, a little carving there, and voila, a warm and inviting office appeared. Molly took a small cloth measuring tape out of her drawstring purse and measured the windows and table. She was going to sew my curtains and table drape herself. Molly was all smiles when I told her how happy and proud I was with the results.I took Molly to the El. There were many times late at night when Sherri thought that Katie was already asleep when she had late company come over. Katie said that there was no way she could even begin to count the total of black guys that she had watched Sherri both fuck and suck to completion. She knew it was well over hundred. There were also a few girls she had watched Sherri have sex with. Katie said really that she loved her aunt Sherri very much but that she knew that Sherri was a slut and whore no doubt. Katie. ’ ‘Right.’ She prayed he wouldn’t bolt on her as she hurried out, coming back a short while later with two cups of steaming coffee. Eric was unaware of her presence. From where she stood she could see him clearly, he looked awfully lost and forlorn. She pretended to make some noise to announce her return so he could regain his composure. Gingerly she handed over one of the coffees to him and noticed his hand shook visibly despite the glove he was wearing. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ before.