Addiction

I walk into the kitchen to tell his step-mom that I'm meeting with my colleague at work. I smell tobacco in the air, it's scent is thick and brings back memories of his stepmom years ago. I bluntly ask her, "Are you smoking again?" Cherie's spine stiffens, "No.. of course not," she had a smile. "You're lying. I can see it all over your face." Cherie bows her head, it's something cute my stepmom does whenever she knows she's been caught. She should know she can't hide from me, she's too transparent to keep a secret, let alone lie about the thick cloud of smoke in the air. Cherie exhales, "ok.. so I just had one.. two cigarettes, that's all." "I can't believe it, you haven't had a cigarette in years." "Oh I know. It's terrible. I swear I'll quit it. Do me a favor and do not tell your father." I nod. Does she know I hate it when she brings up "my father," I'd rather not think about my father at all when I'm with her. I don't know why.. maybe it's because I don't think he deserves a woman like her. Watch the story unfold..