GRANDMA. neil josten i grant you tiny polish grandmother who survived postwar poland and therefore just kind of. has different priorities regarding “your son is a serial killer” like ok. long cig drag. i do not care about this. he is embarrassing to me. i am leaving now to bet on a sport i do not care about. and maybe at some point she pitches up in palmetto and the foxes are like ok whose short freak (old edition) is this then they see her walk into moving traffic and take an egg out of her handbag to crack on the windscreen of a car that stops to honk at her and they’re like oh. NEIL YOUR GRANDMA IS HERE. ALSO DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD ONE OF THOSE. AND I DONT THINK SHE SPEAKS ENGLISH BUT FROM THE WAY SHE’S SIDE-EYEING KEVIN RIGHT NOW I THINK THERE MIGHT BE ONE WORD SHE KNOWS AND WANTS TO SAY QUITE BADLY. STARTS WITH FA ENDS IN GGOT. ANYWAY COME GET HER. and she clocks neil and andrew almost immediately and gives andrew the up and down to pass judgment. twenty seconds of absolute silence from them both before she goes “strong boy? farm?” at full volume in the thickest polish accent you’ve ever heard, and he shakes his head, but she no longer cares and is already doing the grandma thing of mentally listing out chores you can give the Strong Captive Youth to complete while you’ve got him.