“No, no she’s not. She just left for work.”

“…… What d’you mean da? ”

   “Right so-the name I was born with     was Jacob August Moran-Jones, though     I had it shortened when I was eight. Picking     up what I’m laying down?”

“         Soooo…   How’s school? ”

   “-S’....good?”

       “No, no she’s not. She just left for work.”

“Well…  D’you know when she’ll be back? Or you can just tell her Moran’ll be back tonight.”

“Da?”

        “Gramps. That’s flattering. Want a beer  or somethin’? Your mother has  shit in  the kitchen,  dunno  what the fuck it is  but you  can have  whatever  you find. ”

 “Whatever I find, hm?   I’ll take a beer, sounds about   right, right now, thanks.”

 “Oh good Jesus, how many of y’all gonna show up here? Mum isn’t in, sorry, kid. You can..wait…here…if you want to. She should be back eventually.”

 “Mm-yeah. I’m the last of ‘em, ‘promise’.     Right, gramps, thanks. I’ll just give her a call.”        

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“If you are speaking about the fact that, technically, I have a superior, then I should inform you that he would want me to follow that same path that I previous stated I would.”

“All right  Uncle Holmes, I won’t do it. But you should get mum on it.”

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” Jillian giggled as she stumbled after Jacob, holding onto his arm. She had perhaps had a few many drinks at the bar… But now she felt much more relaxed. That was something at least.

The older woman staggered from his shoulder, and Jacob could help but offer her a kind smile, leading her to the small couch. “It’s not much, but it’ll do. I’ll get you some sheets and some......clothes.” Mum had left some clothes here a while back, he had no use for them ,but now, it appeared he did.