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"Get out of here," Yvonne yelled.

Veronica covered her ears.

"You haven't changed. You still yell like a psychiatric patient. Take my things upstairs if you have nothing to do."

"Honey, who are you shouting at?" Bradley asked, as he left the kitchen and approached Yvonne. He nearly tripped when he saw Veronica who stood smiling widely at him. The smile on his face vanished.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Is that how you welcome your late brother's wife into your home?" She asked.

"I do not have time for your trouble, Veronica. Leave my house right now," Bradley said.

"Hey, Andrew," Veronica called, ignoring Bradley's statement.

The young man that always followed her wherever she went ran into her.

"You called me, ma."

"Take my bag upstairs. Yvonne will show you where to keep them," She told him.

"Right, Yvy?" She asked, smirking.

"Don't ever call me that again," Yvonne spat.

"Will you show him upstairs or I should just go up there and barge into a