both in their late teens

It was a big day for Reeva too, and to show the world she was suffering, she invited Fordyce--Hitting Hard! back into her home for breakfast. In her most stylish pantsuit, she cooked bacon and eggs and sat around the table with Wallis and their two children, Chad and Marie, both in their late teens. None of the four needed a heavy breakfast. They should've skipped the meal completely. But the cameras were rolling, and as the family ate, they prattled on about the fire that destroyed their beloved church, a fire that was still smoldering. They were stunned, angry. They were certain it was arson, but managed to restrain themselves and not make allegations against anyone--on camera. Off camera, they just knew the fire had been started by black thugs. Reeva had been a member of the church for over forty years. She had married both husbands there. Chad, Marie, and Nicole had been baptized there. Wallis was a deacon. It was a tragedy. Gradually, they got around to more important matters. They all agreed that it was a sad day, a sad occasion. Sad, but so necessary. For almost nine years they had waited for this day, for justice to finally arrive for their family, and yes, for all of Slone as well. Sean Fordyce was still tied up with a complicated execution in Florida, but he had made his plans well-known. He would arrive, by private jet, at the Huntsville airport later in the afternoon for a quick interview with Reeva before she witnessed the execution. Of course, he would be there when it was over. Without the host, the breakfast footage went on and on. Off camera, an assistant producer prompted the family with such gems as, "Do you think lethal injection is too humane?" Reeva certainly did. Wallis just grunted. Chad chewed his bacon. Marie, a chatterbox like her mother, said, between bites, that Drumm should suffer intense physical pain as he was dying, just like Nicole. "Do you think executions should be made public?" Mixed reactions around the table. "The condemned man is allowed a last statement. If you could speak to him, what would you say?" Reeva, chewing, burst into tears and covered her eyes. "Why, oh, why?" she wailed. "Why did you take my baby?" "Sean will love this," the assistant producer whispered to the cameraman. Both were suppressing smiles. Reeva pulled herself together, and the family plowed through breakfast. At one point, she barked at her husband, who'd said almost nothing, "Wallis! What are you thinking?" Wallis shrugged as if he hadn't been thinking at all.