“If you hurt that boy, I will f*cking kill you," Bev declared sternly but with a smile.
“That's fair." I laughed. “But it won't be an issue—"
“I mean it," Bev interrupted. “I will find you, and I will cut those cute t**s right off and feed 'em to my pigs," she said, pointing her finger back and forth at my breasts.
Instead of feeling angry and defensive as per usual, I felt compassion and admiration for her loving loyalty. Luke was lucky to have her in his corner.
“Bev, I'm not my mother," I sighed kindly, placing my hands over hers.
“No, you're not. I can tell. And that's why I like ya." She smiled warmly. “And Luke is far more a son of Bill's than he is his real father, Mitchell's. God rest his angry soul." Bev shook her head sorrowfully. “Like Bill, Luke's got a good heart. He's
