“Your son is an idiot, a mute idiot, and it’s my fault?”
“Oh, right, and your daughter wasn’t a whore whose world revolved around a mother she never had?”
“Woman, don’t talk to me about Mandy. She’s my fucking business.”
“Right, but what about the other four? Are they also your business? What jackass takes in kids, fosters them, when really he can’t even care for himself? That poor girl died because of you. You.”
“No, she died because of your son. Your son.”
Bang.
