The assholes' idea of a Christmas eve celebration was a huge bowl of pre cooked Costco shrimp. Of course, they started out inviting us with the promise of a classic, seven fish Christmas eve dinner. Ooh, I thought, this would be good.
But it quickly turned into an enormous bowl of pre cooked Costco shrimp. Their idea of heaven. All you could eat. Shrimp. But how much shrimp can you eat? Five or six, maybe.
Eva was living with them as Bob had only been dead about 6 weeks and she was in no shape to be alone. Everyone complimented the assholes on their generosity, for how they took Eva in and helped her with every little thing.
"We promised Bob we would take care of her," they replied. Oh, they were helping her all right. They were helping themselves to her bank account, her debit card, her dead husband's credit card.
The mountain of shrimp? Courtesy of Eva's dead husband. The Nikon camera Tommy bought for my daughter? Same. "Don't tell Dud about it," Tommy said when he delivered the camera, standing outside my door, not wanting to come in. Now I understand. Tommy didn't have any affect about the camera, it was just something he had promised and for some reason, felt compelled to deliver. He had no interest in placing it in my daughter's hands, seeing her reaction, receiving her thanks.
Dud would have had a fit knowing Tommy was spending their precious stolen resources on someone other than themselves.
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