Clyde Gangjeon and his father sat to her left. The boy tried to master simultaneously looking bored, tough, and pitiful in his sling. Scratches and br...ises covered his face and arms. His father, a stern looking Korean man in a crisp business suit sat rock steady with an expression of suppressed rage.Across the room from her sat Brandon Wyatt-Parsons and his father. Brandon looked the worst off of all of the boys. Large bandages covered much of his face and nose, and another was wrapped around. “Stupid things. It wasn’t just me. Jason didn’t want to shoot anybody. Me? I thought I recognized the horses and they were friends.”“I don’t think there was anything you could have done to stop it. Was White Horse killed, too?”“I don’t know for sure. I know he was off his horse, but they might have left him. I don’t know,” Kyle said.Then the moms were on me about what I’d experienced. When I told about having to turn the baby, Mom Ash left and we heard her throw up in the bathroom across the. At the same time, I was hard, and I was still in a towel.She turned her face upward and was now looking at me. Her head movements were creating pressure over the towel. It could come off at any time. So I told her I will change and get a beer for me so that we can have a chat comfortably. Beer was near herSo she took one and said she is well comfort. I can continue my story while handing me the beer. I was hard and unable to stay in that position. I adjusted myself and resumed my story. After. He's quite intelligent, I think. In his own way, of course. But that speech thing..." Now I remember," Vicky said, sitting up straighter in her chair. "He can't talk. My little chubby cousin who couldn't talk..."Carl wiped his mustache. "He's not chubby anymore. Grown into a very nice-looking young man. But they've never solved that problem with his speech. Some connection in his brain I would think but I'm no expert!"It'd been years since Vicky had even thought of Kevin. He'd only been a baby.