American drama of life

Chapter 69
In the car.

"Luke, are you going to adopt Aunt Emma?"

asked Violet, the little blond girl.

"I don't have the qualifications, but I will arrange for you, Aunt Emma, ​​don't worry."

Luke laughed.

"Of course I'm relieved."

Violet complained: "As long as it's not my mother and grandma, I trust everyone 100%. I mean, can you arrange me too? Let me be with Aunt Emma?"

"Violet?"

Christie's eyes widened, and she looked at her daughter in disbelief.

Is her real mother really inferior to someone she just met?

"Don't look like this."

Violet mocked: "You are getting bigger and bigger, and it's time to take care of yourself independently. I can't always follow you and take care of you~"

"..."

Christie was speechless.

This statement sounds extremely ironic, but it is indeed true.

Luke didn't answer, but just glanced sideways at Emma.

There are tens of thousands of children from such families in the world of American TV dramas, and it is impossible for him to show kindness when he meets just one of them.

There are many examples of being bitten after thankless efforts.

"Kristy, do you have anything to say?"

Emma asked.

"I'm very sad."

Kristi began to shed tears: "I know I'm not a good mother, but I really don't know that I am such a bad mother that my daughter asks for adoption as soon as she meets someone... woo woo woo."

"Don't rub it with your hands."

Violet stopped and said: "Use this to pretend, your tears should also smell of alcohol, don't waste it, it will save you from spending money on alcohol when you go home."

"..."

Not only Christie, but even Luke was left speechless by this little girl.

"Christie, do you know Chandler Bing?"

Luke couldn't help asking.

He seriously suspected that this Violet was Chandler's daughter. Seeing the intensity of the ridicule, it was almost endless.

"do not know."

As Christie said so, she still took the two bottles handed over by her daughter, and held one under her cheeks with her hands, letting the tears drip down smoothly.

Listening to the sound of tears falling into the bottle, she cried even more sadly.

"Are you familiar with the name Sandy?"

Luke asked again unwillingly.

Sandy is Carol Seaver's ex-boyfriend, who looks exactly like Chandler. Mike had seen Chandler before when he came to comment on Phoebe's cooking, and he almost didn't call out.

Luke noticed Mike's strangeness, and after asking about it after going back, he found out the cause and effect.

This Chandler-faced Sandy, a college student at the time, had a relationship with Carol.

The relationship between the two developed by leaps and bounds. Once they took Carol to a bar for drunk driving at night. After sending Carol back, there was a car accident when they went back.

Just after Carol went in to visit him in the name of his fiancée, talked and laughed with him and felt that he was fine and went home, he received news from the hospital as soon as he got home.

Sandy had died from internal bleeding.

This hit Carol very hard.

Although Mike recognized this face, he immediately shut up, not wanting to publicize it, he just didn't want Carol to know the news, so he was touched by the scene and remembered the heart-piercing feeling again.

Luke repeatedly asked for details, confirmed that Sandy was really dead, not the vest worn by Chandler, who was also in college at the time, and then used bloody death to get rid of Carol.

"A little impression."

Kristi cried, "And there's more than one."

"..."

Luke was speechless.

I'm afraid this Sandy is not, because he heard that Violet's biological father is a domestic violence man, and it doesn't match the man Carol she fell in love with.

He also secretly felt sorry.

In another ten years, Chandler, who is barren, would be happy to adopt Violet, who has a similar personality to him.

Too bad it's not ten years from now.

"Luke, what do you say?"

Violet interrupted: "Look at me, I'm no worse than Aunt Emma~"

"Feel sorry."

As soon as Luke heard this, he knew that this little girl had no self-knowledge and was too precocious. He no longer looked at what Emma meant, and directly refused: "I don't have the qualifications. Arranging Emma is already my limit."

"Aunt Emma."

Violet looked at Emma unwillingly.

"Kristy, it seems that I should congratulate you now. You have surpassed Bonnie and become the best mother."

Emma didn't answer, but mocked her sister.

"Woooo!"

Kristi burst into tears.

She is really sad.

Before Emma pointed out that she had become what she hated the most, she didn't say it, but she didn't admit it in her heart.

Could there be a more excellent mother than Bonnie?

Now Violet made her fully understand this point in one sentence easily. Not only did she become the most annoying person, she also surpassed Bonnie and became the best mother.

"Aunt Emma!"

Violet reminded again.

"Didn't you say that our friendship is over?"

Emma sneered.

"That's friendship, but family love is always inseparable."

Violet laughed along.

"Give her another year. If she can't stop drinking and drugging, I will help you escape from her after one year."

said Emma.

"I will quit drinking and drugs!"

Christie said quickly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself."

Violet persuaded, then looked at Emma: "One year is too long, how about one month?"

"..."

Another wave of tears fell from Christie.

Luke drove to the place where they used to hunt and parked. He got out of the car and walked. After walking for a while, he came to a big tree and handed the urn to Emma: "This is it."

Dig!
Didn't dig very deep.

Emma poured a bottle of vodka into the urn, glanced at Christie, shook the urn, and then poured it directly into the pit.

"What are you doing?"

Christie was shocked.

"Ashes to ashes to dust."

Emma said one-sidedly: "It will save you from worrying too much."

"Good pour!"

Violet mocked: "Otherwise, I'm really afraid that when she becomes addicted to alcohol, she will do something that will give me nightmares."

"..."

Christie imagined that scene for a while, her face turned pale, she covered her mouth and went to the side to vomit loudly.

"Mom, congratulations, it's almost as good as vomiting on grandma's grave and throwing up grandma's body. You have realized a dream."

Violet couldn't stop her venomous tongue.

After Emma finished pouring, she poured another bottle of vodka into the urn, shook it again, poured it again, and finally put the empty urn in, and buried it with Luke.

Christie also finished vomiting at this time, and the four of them stood in front of the inconspicuous grave, and fell silent, each thinking about their own thoughts, until Christie started dancing on the grave.

"That's my greatest wish."

Christie explained while jumping.

"I can attest that she said that."

Violet raised her hand.

Luke: "..."

(End of this chapter)