1.13: The Marshalls
(That evening when Sharice arrived home, she went to see Francisco. He was in his room, putting away the home work he just finished.)
Reese: Can I sit with you a little while?
Francisco: You not mad at me anymore?
Reese: You know I can’t stay mad at you lil Biscuit.
Francisco: Come here.
Reese: Think everything will be okay? With my dad in jail and me living here and everything?
Francisco: I know it will, because we got each other. As long as I got you and you got me, the rest will work itself out.
Reese: I hope you’re right.
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