"Wash your mouth out, Daryl King. That's your father you're talking about."
"No, it ain't," I growled with a scowl. "I hate him, Mama. Wren ain't my daddy and I want him to go away!"
"Well, I love him," she replied calmly. "And he's Sophie's daddy. So, you're just going to have to come to terms with the fact that Wren is here to stay."
"But he's mean to me."
"Only when he needs to be."
"He does bad things."
"Nobody is perfect, Daryl."
I thought Molly-Dolly was perfect. I thought she was the most perfect girl that ever walked the whole wide earth. She was special.
"Mama, he ain't good to me –"
"Well, he's good to me!" Mom snapped, turning to glare at me. "So, if you love mommy then try to be a good boy. It will make life so much easier if you stop giving Wren reasons to get mad…"