Our boy is house sitting for his boss. Nabal told him to not let them make him their slave... All they see is a Mexican boy to order around... My boy said his boss told him it was a little escape from his dad. Or boy told Nabal he's trying out independence.
I told the boy to shake off his father's words like so much dust.
A grasping drunk, he wants to keep everyone around to play his drama off of... He told the young man he would always be there for him, and this was just a job. Tried to guilt him into coming home! Nabal cares for no one but Nabal. (period)
Talking to Nabal: the boy is taking care of someone's dog for a month, and I don't like it. He's not here, you're not here. That's it, you can't go to work anymore. Poor little Nabal...
What were the kids doing while he was out nights with Mary? He didn't seem to worry to awful much... Oh, our girl is still home...working long hours. (crickets) Poor little Nabal.
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