Freddie stood awkwardly outside the shop, hoping to convince someone who looked old enough to buy him a packet of cigarettes. technically speaking they weren’t for him, they were for his mom, his BIRTH mom, and he really didn’t want to let her down (again). ‘‘ OH, hey, excuse me? would you be able to buy me a packet of Marlboro? ’’
raphael does a brief scan of the young boy. he can’t be a day over thirteen, no way he’s buying him cigarettes. he wonders why the boy wants them in the first place, he seems like he comes from a home where someone takes care of him, clean cut, someone is feeding and clothing him, he can’t see why he’d need these cigarettes, so he asks. “what’d you need em’ for huh? can’t be for yourself so?”