08-08-2007, 08:32 PM
"My dad was a smoker, my aunt, and my uncle. You could say that I'm used to it." She grinned darkly. "My dad died when I was three, my aunt is now in the hospital, her life resint in the hand of machines. I hope you know what breathing in that stuff does to you." She flipped her hair over her left shoulder, making a sort of curtain between them. "And I'm not rich in the slightest, I live in this side of town."