brenda

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. __ou__e__e__e__oing the right thing.___ don__ think there is a right or wrong anymore,_ Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. __nly horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Taste good?_ Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. __lease. I__ push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,_ Thomas said. ____ kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad._ __uess my mom doesn__ have much of a chance if she__ ever standing between us and a grocery store._ __uess not.