It was strange, the way she and Rodeo felt about their parents - Adelaide had a guts-deep panic feeling at the thought that her mother might still exist in the world, and though she had a healthy amount of resentment towards her father for what he'd done to Rodeo, she didn't hate him near as much or have such a visceral reaction to him. Rodeo was somewhat the opposite, living with a bone-deep fear that he was like their father, that what their father had had in him, Rodeo had too. They'd grown up in that same trailer, but their experiences had been so different.
Cutter's willingness - even eagerness - to go out and find her the most inconvenient of musical instruments in the midst of their hellish world made Adelaide laugh softly. "Honey you're too good to me. We can make it little Casio or something. I swear I'm not picky," she smiled.