"Your mam smart like." Pig slows his eating, though he doesn't quite pick at his food. When the Runt incident happened, all he could do was push at his food. He remembers the truck ordeal when they were kids, and how he'd wait and wait and wait and wait, staying so still his mom had to feed him from the curb.

But he was smiling, waving his fork around. "You want Pig to stay yeah. Pig got no Runt, no live. Stay here."

He nodded to himself.

"No brother, no mam. Pig and Tilly. Pig and fucking Tilly."