"Don't talk about that piece of shit."

"Watch your mouth, Ryan." She warned me.

"Not with him I won't. Guys a scum bag, dad always hated him and so do I because I know why."

"You're father told you about him?" her already large brown eyes widened.

"Yes." I said, and continued to talk so I wouldn't think about it, "And not only that, but that piece of crap has more money than he knows what to do with and showed up at the funeral not even offering to help you."

"Would you want me to take it?" She asked.

"If he offered? Yes." I shrugged, "May as well be...