89 - Hazz

Jessy and I were almost going up the stairs of the lobby, driving to the elevator, when a voice called her and we stopped. Jessy was inert, but I turned to see a full-bodied and older woman, who climbed the steps two by two. Before she needed to talk, I already knew it was your mother. The woman watched me, then looked at my fingers intertwined in her daughter's hand and frowned so deeply that her face even seemed less jovial. She waited until her daughter turned around, and Jessy trembled against my hand.

"Hi, mom," she said, smiling. It was such a false smile that the woman just rolled her eyes, so she crossed her arms. It was very clear to me that Jones women should have a secret way of talking through looks, because they stared at each other in silence for long seconds, so Jessy poked me with the fingers of her sweaty hand. "This is Hazz. Hazz, this is my mother, Jocelyn.”

" Pleasure" I said in a friendly tone. The woman undid the expression of indignation towards her daughter and