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.Barney still felt guilty for not stepping in and whipping the tar out of Fred Sr.If he had done so a few years ago, maybe Jr wouldn’t have been beaten nearly to death.It seemed to Barney that something had broken inside Fred Jr that day months ago when he’d almost died from his daddy’s fists.Fred had turned mean after that, or maybe crazy, starting fires and shooting a police officer.All that Barney knew for certain about Fred Jr now was that the sweet boy Barney had crushed on was long gone.“Good morning, boy,” Mrs Jackson called out.Barney almost stumbled over his feet, coming to a stop.He’d been so lost in his own wool-gathering he hadn’t realised he’d arrived.“Good morning, Mrs Jackson,” he returned, tipping the bill of his cap at the elderly woman.He didn’t know how old she was, but he figured it had to be way up there.She had stooped shoulders that caused her to lean forward when she walked, and pink scales shone through strands of her white stringy hair.The walker she used was banged-up looking, but it would probably keep holding up her slight weight for a decade longer.“Come on inside and let me fix you an egg sandwich,” she told him.“If you can make the coffee, that would be a treat.Caren put the tin where I can’t reach it.”Barney knew Mrs Jackson’s daughter could be a real shit, but that was just awful.He was too hungry to let pride keep him from getting fed—the offer of food was irresistible.The coffee he could take or leave.He’d never got used to the bitter stuff.“I can make the sandwiches too, if you want,” he offered as he came up the sidewalk to her porch.“Why’d Caren put the coffee up so high?”Mrs Jackson huffed and surprised him by answering.Usually she only sang her daughter’s praises.“You know that girl.She gets mad and mean sometimes.She’s wanting me to sell this house and go in a home.I’m not doing it.I wouldn’t live a month in a place like that.”And Caren likely knew it, Barney realised.She’d get what was left from the sale of the house.Since Caren was an only child, she’d be getting everything when Mrs Jackson died.Barney guessed Caren was in too much of a hurry for the money to want to wait.He couldn’t comprehend that level of selfishness.“I’ll make the egg sandwiches,” Mrs Jackson was saying as he held the door open for her.“Big boy like you’ll need half a dozen eggs in his.”“I don’t—” Barney’s stomach growled and his face heated with embarrassment.“That’s all right, boy,” Mrs Jackson said, reaching over to pat at his stomach.“Let’s get you taken care of.”A few minutes later, Barney had the coffee going.It always amazed him how something could smell so good but taste so bad.“If you need to reach anything again, you call me.I can come over and fetch it down for you.”“You’re a good boy,” Mrs Jackson said, her eyes misting over noticeably.“Maybe you should marry Caren.”“Uh.” Barney wasn’t sure he was gay—not just, anyways—but he did know for a fact that he’d never want to be chained to someone as mean as Mrs Jackson’s daughter.Thankfully, the conversation didn’t move past that point.Mrs Jackson got busy with making them breakfast, and Barney had a full stomach when he went outside to work.A few hours later, he had twenty dollars to put towards the month’s bills and so much dirt under his fingernails he doubted he’d ever get it out.Still, Barney was happy.Granted, he hadn’t made much money, but doing a job to the best of his ability always left him feeling proud, and Mrs Jackson’s garden now looked awesome.He was also hungry again.The diner was next on his list of places to go.Mrs Jackson had promised to call a friend of hers, Mr Dorner, and see if he needed anything done.Barney wouldn’t mind helping the elderly man out, but he knew he wouldn’t get paid much.Well, that was fine.Someone had to take care of the older people in town.The diner was a little crowded, but Barney saw his mom, Jen, through the large plate-glass window.She was at a table talking to two people he recognised.They might not know him, but Barney knew they worked at the Mossy Glenn Ranch.That place hired from the LGBTQ family, or however they said it.Barney wasn’t sure.He just knew that maybe he’d fit in out there.And that might make his mama really mad, or sad, or both.But she was talking to them, especially, it seemed to him, to the big blonde chick at the table [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]