I had so many fights with Ralphie about how he took mom’s money for anything and everything he did for her. He “odd jobbed” her outta so much cash. I hated the way he was a grown man suckin’ off that old lady. He’d say, “Well . . . she NEVER gave me nothin’.” It was despicable. I’d say, “Dad did for gramma and he never charged her . . . in fact, dad gave gramma money . . . every week . . . remember?” Ralphie never commented on that. He liked to say, “My time’s valuable,” and I’d say, “No it isn’t . . . you fuckin’ bastard.” I couldn’t make him see how pathetic it was . . . how bad he looked. Maybe he knew . . . maybe he didn’t care. Ralphie was 40 something years old. To me he was robbin’ mom . . . to him he was just gettin’ what he had comin’. Better late than never.