“Now, Brandon,” said Hugh’s wife weakly to her little son, who had run into the kitchen and was attempting to swing from his mother’s arms like an ape. “Please. You’re going to hurt Mother. Brandon.” “Lisa, you shouldn’t let him hang all over you like that,” said the first Lisa, glancing at her watch. “Please, Brandon. Mother’s got to go now.” “He’s too big to act like that. You know he is. If I were you, I would just take him in the bathroom and tear him up.”
