Soon his mom’s out and Vinh is saying, “Let me take a look, just wait one sec, let me take a look.” Ben imagines his mom spinning around, her arms in the air. “Price tag,” Vinh says, followed by the movement of feet, the opening of a kitchen drawer. Scissors, Ben thinks. Snip, snip.
no i was so invested in them :( so real of her to chose some hobos to live with
