Tess nodded, debating on mentioning that the man in question was Mark' roommate, she decided it wasn't relevant, rather nodded some more. "God pretty much told me the same thing, except she was talking about love and junk, which I never brought up." The word certainly didn't give her the heebie jeebies like it did Shawn, but it wasn't one she was prepared to use yet.
It was odd in the sense of, Tess hadn't had a father growing up. It had been her and her Mom, and then one morning her Mo was gone and she got shoved into Shawn and Lassiter's home. Now, not only was she working to cop with having a brother and being his ward, but she had to cope with him being so emotionally stressed over his broken heart.
Bulimia had ben the breaking point.
"Lotta times I wish they'd stuck me in a foster home."