Angela turned her focus on her son. Scottie could see her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, all while her skin, smooth and flawless as it was, had the slightest hint of blush on her cheeks. With an unblinking stare, she smiled at him, but less like a parent who was filled with pride. Nothing like the look he had seen on her face when he had received his diploma, scored his first home run or nailed a final exam. This was a smile of anticipation, of torturous delayed excitement. A smile one has when they are hungry and see a feast before them. Or, more accurately, a fantasy soon to be realized.
Scottie couldn't take his eyes off his mother. Just behind her, he could glimpse the constant motion and moans of his father and sister's unholy coupling, but his mother's presence demanded
