It looks like the toughest of life's challenges are finally behind her, but now Scarlett has to deal with the aftermath. Her childhood trauma is still weighing her down, and she's beginning to feel like she'll never be free of it.
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"Alright, I'm gonna do something I haven't done in a very long time." Eric says as he walks down the stairs into the kitchen. "Hold me, Mommy." He then quickly wraps his arms around her, taking her by surprise.
"Eric, you only applied for one job. There's plenty more out there." She tells him as she pats his back, and he stands up straight to look at her.
"It wasn't just any job, it was the GAP." He whines as she walks past him to get to the island counter. "I mean, if anybody should be working at the GAP, it's me. I mean, look, I'm GAP!" He pats his clothes to prove his point. "All GAP! Even when I'm in the shower, I'm GAP!"
Mrs. Matthews chuckles as she looks back at her oldest son. "You didn't put that on your application, did you?"
"No, they said I wasn't qualified. I told them a monkey could work there."
"Mom, it was the weirdest thing." Cory gains their attention as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Last night, I'm walking by the GAP — they got a monkey selling jeans." He tells her as he then glances behind him at his older brother.
"I gave 'em that idea!" Eric yells.
"Well, next time you go out for a job, wear a diaper and smoke a cigar." He says as Letty walks into the kitchen.
"You start smoking, and I'm never kissing you again." The brunette tells the older boy, and he glances over at her. "Is Eric still complaining about how he didn't get that job at the GAP?"
"Stop making fun of me." The boy in question narrows his eyes at her before going to sit at the table, and she chuckles as she shakes her head.
"Morning." Mr. Matthews says as he walks into the kitchen, and Letty pulls the juice out of the refrigerator that Cory opened.
"Hey, Dad, I need twenty-five dollars for a class picture." Morgan says as she walks into the room as well.
"Twenty-five dollars?" He questions. "How big is your class?"
"Everyone else paid." She tells him. "The teacher said if I don't pay today, they're going to airbrush me out."
"They won't do that." Letty says as she pats the little blonde's head.
"Fine, fine. Take, take." Mr. Matthews says as he pulls out his wallet and opens it up so that she can take out the money that she needs for her picture.
"Oh, Dad, keep your wallet open. I got pictures too." Cory says as he walks over to his father.
"What grade are you in?" He asks as he quickly pulls his wallet away from his son.
