Deja, as a rent paying tenant, had moved into the master bedroom in the house that belonged to Gavin’s Grandmother. She hadn’t known that it was not his house. She thought Gavin owned it.
Over time she learned it did not belong to him but that he had been promised half of the house when his grandmother died.
She almost packed up and left, hearing that, but….
But there was something so malleable about Gavin, a kind of intense stupidity that she could easily mold.
Although he gave the outshine of being unfriendly and mean and cold, this was just the crust over a very weak little boy who didn’t feel loved.
A weak little boy in the body of a twenty five year old man, a man who never really had a friend or a girl friend.