Sorry ‘bout that haha. Yeah, I will don’t worry. Thanks.
You better do it because I know where you live, Anthony.
No! It’s okay, I don’t want you to get involved. But thanks Aunt Santana. I just wish they would stop.
Everyone ruins my fun nowdays. Fine, but you tell me if anything else happens because the last thing we needs is yet another Duval in the hospital.
It’s nothing I guess. Just some guys at school have been saying stuff about me…
Have I gots to go all Auntie Snixx on some twelve graders acause I will.
I might have gotten beat up. Hope dad and pops don’t notice my split lip…
Anthony, sweetie. What’s going on?
I was cleaning nick and Jeff’s room for them to come home and I may or may not have found their toy collection. Really guys, it’s impressive but mine’s bigger and better.
I didn’t even know that whores could catch the clap anymore. Useless bitches if I ever saw them, suffice to say they they’re off my books… Fuck, now I need to find a new whore.
Okay, thanks for letting me know. The last thing I needed to do was worry about where Ally had got to. I’m okay, taking everything in my stride and enjoying running the Duval household. The kids do everything before I even finish asking them to do it.
Not a bad night’s work considering three of my best girls were out sick today.
Gotta remember to check exactly what they’re sick with. We don’t do STDs in my service.
You’re all under my care until your dads get back from the hospital with Ian. You know I don’t stand for any crap so I don’t expect it, step out of line and you eat mi abuela’s secret recipe hot sauce.