“You sure these women didn’t just pawn off another idiot on us? You’re sure this kid’s normal?”
“Of course! He even has a certificate for being a top student!”
Mabel quickly nodded and handed over a workbook and an academic award from my schoolbag.
Jethro and Melinda looked them over, completely satisfied.
“Bro, look at his handwriting! This boy’s gonna give us a smart grandson for sure!”
The bearded man Tavian was about to say something when an older man in his 60s, smoking a cigar, let out a sigh.
“Well, that’s good. I promised my brother I’d take care of you boys. Now that Jethro’s idiot daughter has a husband, all that’s left is you Tavian!”
The one speaking was their uncle—Faron.
That old bastard couldn’t have kids of his own, so he ended up raising his dead brother’s sons. He was the one who brought up Tavian and Jethro.
“Uncle Faron, I’m over 40 now. I’ve spent my whole damn life farming in this backwoods town—who the hell would want me at this point?
“At least Jethro got lucky. He managed to marry our cousin. Me? I got nothing.”
I rolled my eyes.
No wonder their daughter turned out slow.