"Well, it keeps the body fed while it's tryin to fight off the cold, yeah." Jesse nodded. "Can't keep fightin if you ain't got energy, no matter what it is that yer goin against."
He waited until she was able to grasp it before he let go of the soup. Jesse leaned back some, thinking about what she'd asked of him. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Most of it, ya don't wanna hear, darlin. Even on days when you feel better. I don't got a lot of the sort of stories yer lookin for right now. Didn't have much of a childhood after a certain age.
"Things were good when it was just me, mama and daddy. Learned to love John Wayne, cuss and be a good man. Growin up, I really only had one friend. Billy-bob. He was inbred and only had one eye. Wasn't cause he lost it, just born that way. One fuckin eye, right in the middle of his head. I ain't really got much happy to talk about from those days."