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I stare at him

“Maria would never take your video games She’s sixty years old and watches telenovelas in her free tiames?”

He shrugs

“Maybe she gives therandchildren I don’t know,” he says in a careless voice

I’m dumbfounded by ood, church-going woman who attends services three ti belonging to Ken, even if she wereit to charity

“You’re a fucking pig,” I say tolunatic”

My son rins

“Yeah, but Mo to do Show no ive an inch, they’ll take a mile”

I see red as the rage rises within me I’ve been divorced from Honey for years, and yet her bad influence is still around me every day because Kenneth is just like his mother They’re both spoiled, entitled, and self-absorbed How I od the ink on those divorce papers is long dry, even if it cost me a pretty penny

But then Kenneth looks at the clock and flies into s He’s running around, stuffing erab asthe carton

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, completely befuddled

Kenneth pauses a moment and looks up, his eyes frantic

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Can you help me here, Dad?” he asks “Grab that carton of milk over there, and toss it in here”

I look askance at the carton of erator for days, and sure enough, as I draw near, a sour sh the air

“You’re takingthe carton into the trash “I had no idea you were such a filial son”

“No, it’s not that,”to clean like a speed devil “It’s that Katie is going to be here in twenty minutes and this place is a sty I don’t want her to see me like this”