"Ma?" Carlos Alverez lets himself into his mother's home and glances around, "Ma, I brought you something." He carries a basket in his hands filled with fruits native to the Dominican Republic.
"Carlos?" Marta walks in from her usual spot in the kitchen, "Oh my goodness." She grins, noticing the basket first thing, "Where did you get all these?"
"Don't worry about it, I thought you'd want some though." He smiles.
"Oh I do." She nods, motioning for him to set it on the kitchen table, "You took care of Prince?"
"Of course. I told you I would." He nods, "Emilio and I got in and got out."
"Anyone catch you?"
"I don't think so." He shakes his head, "No."
She pauses, slowly looking to him, "You don't think so?"
"Ma, I don't know. We were fast, we were in black. If they saw us, they didn't know it was us."
"I wanted you to take care of this." Marta tilts her head to the side, "Not for you to bring that 'mudo' friend of yours and you screw it up. He isn't trusted."
"Ma, we didn't screw it up, alright?"
She folds her arms, "Were there any cameras?"
"None that would have us on them." He takes a wad of cash from his pocket, "Here, I'm leaving, this is for you."
"You could have been like your brother and sister, you know. Could have been in the military or have a job for the state..."
"I could have done neither of those things. I make good money and you know it." Carlos shakes his head, kissing her cheek.
"Or your father. He was a good man." She watches him, "Are you dealing again?"
"He left you for a girl he met at a strip club and moved to Miami. How does that make a good man?" He rolls his eyes, "Dealing isn't big cash. Not really at least."
"Always knew how to take care of me."
"You're never satisfied, that's why." He sighs, shaking his head. Carlos walks back to the living room and notices coloring books on the table with a set of crayons, "You been having kids through here?"
"Sharon Raydor's grandkids. They were in that pile up a while ago on the highway."
"Does that mean Layla's back too?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking.
"You are disgusting, Carlos Juan Alverez."
"It's just a question."
"My loser son only cares about getting into the girls pants instead of taking care of his mother." Marta says out loud, to no one in particular.
"Ma, she's beautiful. I wouldn't mind taking her out or something. Take her to the club. Out to dinner." He shrugs, "We used to date a while back."
"I don't know nothing about it and I don't want to know." She waves her hand.
He chuckles a little, "I have to go, ma." He kisses her cheek again before jogging out the door.