 You just didn't want to be bothered with me. You're like all the rest of them. Anna, it ain't so. The one thing I never wrote you. It was one of them cousins you think is such nice people. The youngest son, Paul, that started me wrong. It wasn't none of my fault. I hated him worse than hell and he knew it, but he was big and strong. Like you, Matt. God, Blaster. Anna.