Alice, did you look at that thing on your porch? Zamika linked with her closing the box and putting it away.

Terry pulled out a cigarette and lit it, She took a long drag feeling it fill her lungs to the brim before she let it go. Smoke filled the air as she continued this every so often

Zamika covered it with a sheet and walked to the kitchen.

She tossed the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the bottom of her shoe, She ran a hand through her short rosewood violet hair.

Zamika started boiling water a box of pasta sat on the counter.

yeah,it was beautiful,did you make it? she asked the smell of rancid smoke filed the air

She sighed Yes, it´s one of my MANY hidden talents. I have a box full of them at my place making spaghetti!

Terry leaned back against the house, Her head resting back on it.

Zamika poured the noodles into the water and grabbed the marinara from the fridge.

oh,well it's really amazing she said the smoke making her scrunch up her nose and cough