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Avery was greatly pleased by how much fun Mark was having. She had a feeling they were going to be friends, despite what her mother had said in her drunken has the night before. The woman had spilled her guts open about how worried she was for him, how much she wanted him to make friends, how hard she was trying to find his mother even though he didn't know about it. It wasn't until car doors slammed in the driveway that Avery was snapped out of her thoughts.

She turned to see Louis and Pedro walking up, clad in nice clothing apposed to their usual dingy overalls. "Hey Avery, your mom home? She said she wanted us to come meet this kid she's housing or something. I think she was drunk when she called." Pedro leaned over the wooden gates to speak to Avery. They'd know each other since Avery was little, and the tall Mexican man was an old friend of her mother's. Avery smiled up at him and motioned towards Mark and Bruni. "She was drunk, and I would've e-mailed you but I figured you wouldn't get it till you got here anyways."

"That's the 'kid,' his name is Mark. And mom just left for work so she won't be home till tonight."