My thoughts were interrupted by Hawke opening a bottle of wine. I turned around as he dumped the wine into the sink. He took the bottle and smashed it on the counter. He looked at it and sighed. Hawke looked out the door and threw the bottle outside. I never knew why he wanted to waste that bottle of wine. 

Wilson was making a scrapbook to kill some time. Hawke sat down to join him. Soon, he and Wilson were sitting together and laughing. They kind of reminded me of my mom and uncle Nathaniel. Without the whole 'ghosting' process of course. 

My mom was a real beauty. She had long brown hair and soft brown eyes. Her skin was the color of sand and as smooth as butter. She really liked to wear sweaters and high waisted jeans and skirts. She loved bangle bracelets and clear nail polish. She looked really good in light yellow. 

I ended up having to help Wilson with his scrapbook. Hawke pretty much pressured me to do it. It was something to do at least. But there was something else on my mind. My mom and my uncle Nathaniel.