The girl spoke again, nastiness spilling from her lips with ease. Maybe she was so backed up her farts were coming out of her mouth instead? Angelus thought it was as good a theory as any. It would certainly explain why she was in such a terrible mood.
Peering around his daddy's foreleg, the boy searched for his sister's gaze. His tone serious, he explained to Evangeline why exactly the girl aunt was so hateful. "She hasn't pooped in a long, long time. That's why she's not nice." Viola had jumped straight into a fight after he asked if she had to poop, so he figured it had to be true.
To his grandmother, he said, "I like them a lot." He spoke truth. They made him different and were a physical marker that proclaimed his connection to his family. He liked them for that reason until he got to Viola in the family tree. Clearly it was a disadvantage there. He didn't want anyone to know he was related to her.
