Nah. I don't know who he is and I don't give a fuck. If he did, he'd have stuck around, right?

[he folds his arms across his knees, sets his chin on them.]

Christina. The vargulf, her name was Christina. She was fourteen. Her grandparents' property backs up to the lot we live on. She wanted to be a writer, so she came nosing around when we moved in. Good material, I guess.