"So tell me about yourself." Jesse tells me, ripping the towelette package open and wiping his hands.
I clear my throat. I don't know if this 'let's assume we just met' thing is going to work.
"What do you want to know?".
"Where's your father."
I push my food around the plate for a moment, wondering if I should be telling him personal stuff.
"He remarried. Has a son with the other wife."
Jesse frowns.
"And he just left you to fend for your mom alone?"
"Don't judge him. He had a good reason to do what he did."
"Tell me about it."
"Never. Next question?"
He cuts a piece of his steak and chews slowly, his eyes on me.
"What happened to your Mom? Why is she in a coma?"
"Accident."
He lifts both eyebrows expecting explanations so I continue.
"She was not in her right senses.
