Chapter 4

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(This is sorta where more talking scenes happen.)

"Gran I don't need that"

Francis quickly shouted as he turned around and notice his grandma trying to stuff his teddy bear in his suitcase.

"Hey you never could sleep without him! Don't complain when your in your bed and can't fall asleep"

He lived in a small two bedroom house. His parents had passed away when he was young.

So his grandma (former mafia woman) took care of him.

[Flash back to when she first got him]

She was quite young with black hair tied back and red lipsticks.
She was wearing glasses and yelling at all the paper work she needed to do.

A sudden knock came at her door as she rustled her hair.

"What who is it!? Can't yall see I'm busy"

She was throughly pissed off. It seemed that someone was a rat in the business and they were losing money.

"M-Ma'm uh bad news"

A huge guy poked his head in through her door. He had a huge scar across his face and scars on his body.

"What! What do you want!"
She yelled.
She wasn't pleased,you could tell she was a strong woman.

"Yo-your daughter has passed away"

She continued to flip through her papers before she stopped.

"Flaren?"

The big guy walked inside and bowed his head.

"Yes in a car crash with her husband"

She looked up at him and took off her glasses.

"Thank god! She was a good for nothing daughter, she didn't even want to help me in this business"

She was a heartless woman with a formidable reputation.

They called her Mother Goose.
Except she was the exact opposite.

The guy good there surprised.

"The uh funeral is today..."

"Why didn't you say that sooner when did she die?"

"A week ago..you said not to notify you of anything relating to your daughter..."

"Hmph is my name in the will or something"

"Uh we don't know but this would look good if you were to show up"

"Ah I needed to get out of this hell hole anyway fetch me my coat!"

Soon she arrived at her daughters small home dressed in all black.

"Do I look like a sad mother who's been crying for weeks?"

"Uh yes ma'am"

"Perfect"

She took out some tissue and began to wipe her eyes with it as she sat next to her daughter and son-in laws casket.

Many people were gathered all crying about there loss and what not.

Then the will was being read.
They gave there house to the husbands family.

"And with this 30,000 dollars are given to Flaren's mother"

"Yes! I mean oh sweetie"

"Well one occasion, you take care and raise there son Francisco..."

She stopped for a second..and the room grew quiet.

"HUUUUUUHH???"

She exaggerated. A little boy was brought out with bright orange hair sleeping in a blanket that was wrapped up around him.

"This...isn't what I asked for"

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