"Just when I think that slime can't sink any lower, he finds a way to seep into the ground," she muttered. She looked at Raylan. "You think that would work? I suppose, at the very least, I should keep my opinions on what sort of garden implement castration Martin Whitly deserves to myself, right?" she mentioned with a sweet smile.

She sighed again and looked at Raylan. "You should have seen him when he was a little boy. He was so sweet and kind and sharp. You had to be careful though," she noted with a smile, wagging a finger. "He saw everything." She paused, her expression darkening a little. "I suppose that was the problem in the end."

She turned back to the tea.

"I wonder what his life would be like now if his father weren't a despicable waste of human life."