Mrs. Black pulls up to a darkened alley beside one of the old steel mills. "Mom, what we doing here?"
Carrie asks.
"That PTA meeting ran a little long and this is where my business partners said to meet."
"But its creepy here."
"I know dear, stay in the car alright? I'll be right back."
Carrie nodded, but her mother was being weird so she had no intention of obeying that order. Her mother, dressed impeccably, though with sensible shoes, walked back behind the car as another car drove in behind them. Two people got out. One, a younger man, in his early thirties with a shaven head and sunglasses, she recognized as Uncle James, not an actual uncle, but close enough to be considered family. The other, a huge man of a mixed persuasion, she didn't recognize. He held a large metal briefcase.
As they rounded a corner Carrie slipped out of the car. This was getting interesting. She tailed behind as they wandered the outskirts of the steel mill. Her mother and her friends were being suprisingly quiet
"Are you sure that this is a good batch?"
"Sure as I'll... Mrs. Curie." Mrs. Curie? Who was Mrs. Curie? Was her mom having an affair?
"That's nowhere... enough. I ho... works, I don't want this... hands any longer. A pa... can you imagine it." her mom shook her head.
"...aid once as a middle... Then... selling it directly... we get a cut."
They were speaking quietly and outpacing Carrie who was doing her best to remain out of sight. What was her mother doing?
They eventually rounded a corner to a thin alley that had a single door to the inside of a decrepit warehouse. A quick glance around the corner showed Carrie that her mother had been joined by some other men. These ones looked much less clean than her mother and her friends. Her mother motioned to the one who appeared to be in charge, who seemed to be looking at his watch, to go inside.