"The company?" He glanced at her, expecting she'd explain or not on her own decision.
"Well. Lesse. I guess mine's a bit more complicated. My momma spit in my daddy's face cause she was a runaway from home, got caught up in with these activists who were against the war in Nam. He was a soldier, just comin' home. So she spit in his face, called him a baby killer. Then later, she saw him again, and she felt real bad. They got together and stayed together. Had me. By the time I was four, maybe five, the reason my momma ran away caught up with her. Took the three of us back to a place called Angelville." Jesse paused. He thought this might be the first time he'd ever told anybody this story. He didn't even think he'd told Max all of this. "My grandmother weren't a real nice woman. She was real devout. Into God and all this. That's not what made her bad, though. She just had a black heart.
"Had two men who worked for her. Jody and T.C., hard bastards. They were who brought us back. Everything was okay, at first, I guess. I didn't really know what was goin on. Then they killed my daddy. Right in front of me."
Jesse discovered he didn't want to talk about this anymore.
"Long story shorter, I became a preacher in Annville, Texas, became a drunk, got infused at the soul by a thing called Genesis. Came here. Did some stuff."
It wasn't the talking that pissed him off. It was the talking so freely with somebody he hardly knew. He didn't realize just how much he'd been craving company, he supposed. But to spill out so much info like that?
Jesse shook his head.
"It's all borin. Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble on like that."