You're no blood of mine! So what does that son of a bitch do? He puts me as your guardian and your dolt of a mother goes along with it. If she had told him once, she had told him a thousand times, 'I told your parents and that no good son of mine that I would not take care of you if anything happened to them.
He had been with her for about a month constantly taking her verbal abuse about not having to deal with 'intolerable boys.' He had been given over to his step-grandmother by the will of his now deceased parents which made her legal guardian. Jacob had been brought to this woman by his step-grandmother earlier that morning. She wasn't saying anything as she visually appraised him for the first time. The way she was staring at his puny frame suggested that maybe he was going to be her next meal. She was fat, perhaps, pushing 300 pounds he thought. The young man stood facing a very large woman sitting in an upholstered armchair.
