Stephen was an across the street foster I for a summer could not separate from.  his nose was constantly chapped because his parents found he had no manners at the table and would have his older sister sneak up behind him and hood him with an empty feed bag.  I went in with Stephen once saying she’d called him a ******* and his parents liked me enough to soap her mouth in front of me,  loop a string around the least loose of her top teeth, tie the free end of the string to the **** of an open door and slam it.  because of this honesty Stephen and I were allowed to watch a movie where a white man and a savage pressed their wrists together after cutting them.  the movie looked away from the cutting so we improvised.  it didn’t make us any closer.  I knew this for sure when on the night Stephen ran away I didn’t wake up until I had to ****.  it was my dad found him days within the week making boxes a mile gone at a pizza shop because he said his name was Billy and would work for free.  to my knowledge his parents called him Billy from then on.  to my dad’s they got money for both.