Griffin exclaimed, waving a hand. Reina couldnt help but be amazed
that Mrs. Griffin looked astounding, even though she was nearing
sixty years old. Sure, her reddish hair was graying, but other than
that, nothing had changed, judging from the pictures Reina had seen.Stewart
grumbled. Stewart, mom.Mrs.
Griffin ignored Stewart completely. I mean, I wouldnt expect
the child of Cassandra to be a runner, but you proved us wrong.Sometimes
I wonder Reina joked. Stewart laughed, but Mrs. Griffin was
would you even wonder? Stewart said between giggles. You look
just like your mom, after all.Reina
smiled at Stewart, doing her best to keep her emotions back. Today
was shaping up to be terrible. How much longer could she pretend not
to care? Was puberty really this awful?Well,
in that same respect, I look just like my dad, too, Reina offered.
I mean, I have his eyes, dont I?Mrs.
Griffin still didnt speak.Stewart
laughed. Yeah, yeah. I mean, from pictures Stewart pulled a
photo album out from underneath an ancient television in front of the
couch, flipping through it. Yeah, see? Here, you can really tell.Reina
narrowed her eyes as she looked at the picture before squealing.
What are -?!Stewart
looked closer. I believe thats your dad um actually, I
dont know what hes doing.Reina
was bright red and stammering.He
could be trying to take your moms pants off Stew...