Darien watched as the young man exited Peter White's old scrap heap of a truck and started trudging toward their porch.  Damn old fool was sending another stray their way.  Peter knew that his sister was a softy for strays and would most likely take the boy in.  More than one lost dog and cat had ended up with them.  It had only been a year since the death of their last lost stray, a scruffy little terrier Edna had named Frankie.  He had just called it Fart Monster, because that was what the ugly little cuss was.  Of course, he had taken the dog fishing with him, scratched his belly and let him sleep on his feet, but that was only because it wasn't the critter's fault that he was a stupid smelly little mutt.<br/><br/>Edna stirred beside him, reaching a hand out to touch his arm, before he could respond to the young man.  "Be nice Darien.  It's only Christian charity and Lord knows that the boy could use so food on his bones before he heads off again.  There's a lot of landscaping still to do and your not getting any younger."  Her eyes twinkled as she stared down at the young man.  It had been awhile since she had a chance to care of someone and this was someone in need.<br/><br/>OOC:  Thank you for joining.  We'll have to see if anyone else joins.