Its earlier in the morning, the sun shining through the blinds in Claudia's suburban home. She's in the kitchen, making breakfast, listening to the news on her mini tv on the counter. She's in her pj's still, a robe over top to keep warm, along with some slippers. Claudia adjusts her glasses as she stands over the stove top, moving the pan a bit to make sure her eggs don't stick.

Her son is bringing over another girlfriend of his to the house later that day, seems he goes through those white girls like nothing. Claudia is getting a bit annoyed at how many new ones she has to meet what seems monthly. The older woman hums a bit as she plates up her breakfast, making enough for an army like she always does.