The suggestion of marshmallows meant no milk and this made Charlie mood darker. He was silent, but his ears flick angrily. It was rare, and he could not ever remember being mad at his mother.<br/><br/>"Ill wash myself." He mumbled and shrugged away from her. He regretted it the moment he said it and the words that followed, not understanding his own emotions. "I don't want marshmallows.  I already ate a crappy sandwich and Pookie gave me some fruit anyway." He didn't look as he walked off towards the shower.<br/><br/>He didn' understand what his mother did. Why they lived where they do and especially why people look at him funny once they find out where he lives. Yes his family was different but he didn't understand exactly how different. Why all these questions came up now didnt make sense either. Knowing his mother was not at fault made him feel worse, but he jumped in the shower anyway, taking one by himself for the first time in a long while.