Fools

[Mama]

"Congratulations on your new car, Slater," Allison congratulated happily, reaching out to hold her youngest son's hand. "I'm really happy for you. You deserve it."

Slater smiled arrogantly. "Thanks, Mom. I'm so proud of myself too."

"That's your car?" Jessa, who was standing near the table with her eyes on the entrance where Slater's car was parked, scoffed. "It's ugly."

Slater scowled. "Aunt Jessa, you don't even have a sports car. How can you tell?"

"It's ugly," Atlas commented casually while placing a handkerchief on his lap. "Aunt Jessa might not have a car, but her scooter's better than that. I would ride her scooter and not that filth."

"Hehe." Jessa snickered as she walked over to the table. Passing by Atlas, she ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

Instead of smiling, Atlas stiffened when he felt Jessa's hand run through his hair. "Aunt Jessa, did you disinfect your hand?"