Drew threw the keys at Justin. He grabbed them from the ground and stepped into the truck, tears falling down his cheeks. He wiped them with his sleeve and started the truck.

“Step on it,” Drew yelled. “That’s it, mamma’s boy, step on it, little crybaby!”

The truck rocked to and fro and then lurched forward. Justin pulled it into the driveway and parked it inside the barn.

“Good job, pansy ass!” Drew threw the empty bottle against the side of the barn as hard as he could. It shattered into the snow.

As Justin stepped out of the truck, Brandy jumped on top of him and entered the cab. Her dirty paws tracked mud on the vinyl seats as Justin struggled to get her out of the cab. Robin paced back and forth by the barn doors.

“Robin, take Justin inside,” Drew said.

“Drew, what are you going to do? No, Drew! Drew! You leave that dog be. She loves you the most and you know it. Drew!”

“Robin, I ain’t gonna say it again! Take the baby boy inside before the crybaby gets his little feelings hurt,” he said again.