A boy named Sous

"Nice," Jane said. "Sure." If by 'nice' you meant passive aggressive and controlling. She was pretty pissed her 'little boy' had let her granddaughter get all pierced and tattooed up.

Jane passed Lasumi the loaf of bread Priestly had gotten out to make toast, curious to see what would happen. "Who gave birth to the vacuum cleaner over here?"

"Hang on," Priestly said, too distracted to notice the gobbling going on. "I think you're confused, kid. 'Grandma Naomi' is my mother. She named me Boaz."

Aww, he'd almost reached the point where he could say that at full volume.