Not so quick, kids.
It's back: There are now Little Bastards on his bones, and a Little Bastard on his liver.
I decided at 56-1/2 years of age that I would like to have been called all my life simply by one name, like Colette. I would like to have had one name that was mine, that fit me, that never changed. That's me: Sutton. And this is my place.
(Except maybe for her goddamn brassiere.)