“I bet that makes you happy, though. That he’s going to play football,” Milo sucked his teeth, and the sickening churn in Vin’s stomach frowned his lips. “Lo…I know I disappointed you.” Milo’s head turned away from him. “He looks like you,” Milo muttered to the window. “I don’t look like you.” “You look like Mom. You look better than me,” Vin snickered. “I’m ugly and I’m dumb. He’s not dumb and you like him more.”
