Stevie shouted as he left. Not anything in particlar just to get his attention, she jumped up and ran to the door. "Hey!" She almost shouted his name but she bit her tongue. "Get your ass back here! I wasn't done talking to you." She planted her fists on her hips, watching his back with a scowl. "Come the fuck back!" She shouted again. She rarely ever swore but he was deciding her actions for her and she hated that.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell does he get off? Shit son.</span>She thought, storming back into her house, slamming the door. She went and got the photo album from under her bed, flipping to the beginning. She brought the album out to the table scribbled a note on a piece of paper and left it in the kitchen before going to bed.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">This is my grandmother. That is you. You are somehow related to me. Let me help you.<br/> --Stevie.</span>