Kenny's POV
"What do you mean, you're having ANOTHER kid?" My mother said "Yep. Eight months." I said "You don't pay any attention to the three you have!" My baby sister, Karen, sitting on my lap, seems a little upset. She can't understand the words, just responds to the tone of voice. I said "If you want a baby, you have a nice five month old right here!" She snapped "Kenny, stop arguing, what's done is done! Now go wash up for supper." My guess, I'm going to be the one to raise this kid, just like I'm raising little Karen. I'm seven years old, for Christ's sake! I don't want to be a parent yet! And how are they supposed to afford another kid? They sell homemade meth for a living! I carefully set Karen down on the couch and go wash up. It's kind of weird. I wouldn't have guessed Mom's having another kid. With Karen, she threw up practically all the time for months. She hasn't once. Hmm…