No one really cares for her anymore, Janie. Just me, I guess. Amos is off on one of his so-called "trips"; the police will bring him home later, all covered with yuck from laying in the gutter all weekend or longer. Bee-Dubya's doing pot again, Stilly's gone to the dogs, and I've been to NC and know What Goes On THERE.

So it's just me and Gluon, and that damned duckdog spends the time humping Mom's leg.