And each one fed him in a way that nothing else did. I think he liked me, wanted me, and because his own twisted rules kept him away from me, he found other ways to amuse himself at my expense. Isn't that a hell of a thing, my own son? Zerbrowski agreed it was a hell of a thing. The terrible part was that I hadn't regretted doing it, only having to do it.
The mind tries to make mundane sense of what's happened. He shook his head again. He was smiling. Honest, he's really good at the baking stuff.
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