Kip and Annabelle were both laughing by then. She said, “Oh, Patrick. You’re terrible.”

“I kid you not. Ask Deborah if you don’t believe me.”

Kip lifted an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. “I hate to say this, kids, but I think your mistake was giving Greg too much. How else did he come up with this attitude of entitlement?”

Patrick held a hand up. “You’re right. You’re right. Deborah and I have talked about that.”

He paused, looking up, as the waitress arrived at the table with the wine. She turned the bottle so Kip could read the label, and once he approved, she proceeded to open it. Kip sampled it, nodded, and said, “Very nice.”

Annabelle covered her glass and once the other three were filled, Patrick picked up where he’d left off. “We both worked our way through college. Deborah’s family didn’t have the money and mine thought I wouldn’t appreciate the value of an education unless I’d earned it myself. Frankly, the whole thing was a grind. I carried a full load, plus working twenty hours a week. We wanted Greg to focus on his classes so we told him we’d pick up the tab as long as he kept his grades up. So much for that. Two years of college and now he’s a dropout and a bum.”

Annabelle said, “What are they living on? I hope you’re not giving them money along with everything else.”

“Not so far, though I wouldn’t put it past Greg to expect financial support.”

Deborah said, “Which they get in any event. They don’t pay rent and we’re providing food and all utilities. They don’t drive the bus because they can’t afford the gas.”

“Dollars to doughnuts, he’s selling grass,” Kip said.

Patrick looked at him. “You think? Well, that’s worrisome.”

Deborah said, “They’re certainly smoking it. I can smell it halfway across the yard.”

Annabelle made a face. “They smoke dope in front of the little boy?”

“Why not? They do everything else in front of him,” Deborah said. “Shelly wants him in the delivery room with her so he can experience the miracle of childbirth.”

“That’ll be a cheery scene.”

“What if they’re busted selling pot?” Kip asked, harking back to his point.

Deborah smacked at Kip’s hand. “Would you stop that?”

“No, I’m serious,” he said. “Suppose the cops get wind of it? I’m just pointing out the kind of trouble you’d be in. For one thing, Child Protective Services would step in and yank that little kid right out of there.”

“He’s not Greg’s. Shelly made that clear,” Patrick said.

Deborah said, “None of this is his fault. He can be a pill, but it still breaks my heart watching the neglect. She has no concept of parenting.”

“Isn’t he in school?” Annabelle asked.

“She doesn’t believe in the public school system. She feels that’s just one more form of government propaganda so she’s teaching him herself.”

Patrick said, “Jesus. We can’t keep talking about this. It’s ruining my appetite.”