Going back through the kitchen, dining room and living room, he went into his parents' bedroom and rummaged in a drawer where he knew his mother kept some cash.

Charity was watching a television show and doing some math homework, at the same time. She saw Donnie go into the front bedroom. Curious, she got up and followed him into the room. She saw him with bills in his hand.

"Donnie! What are you doing in Mom's drawer?"

Startled, he looked up and grinned, "Just changing a ten for two fives…"

"It looked like you were… well, taking something…" she accused.

"Stealing…?" He was incredulous. "Not me that's not my bag!" he assured.

He put the money back in the drawer and put the two fives in his wallet.

Charity still watched him. He looked at her, hard and said, "What's with… little sister… don't you trust me?"

She relaxed. "Yes… I'm sorry, Donnie… it just looked kind of funny."

Coming out through the door he gave her a pat on the behind, a caressingly affectionate pat that was definitely not brotherly. Charity twisted aside to avoid any other contact.

"Donnie! Ugh! How many times do I have to tell you… to keep your hands to yourself?"

He mimicked, reciting, "Keep your hands to yourself, Donnie… or I'll tell Mom! Christ! You're not with it, Sis! You don't know where it's at! I'll bet you wouldn't say cock… even if you had a mouthful!"

"Shut up, Donnie! I don't want you to use those words around me!" She was angry, instantly. She huffed off to sit on the couch, ignoring him.

"You'll learn them… sooner or later!" he taunted; then he chanted, "Shit! Cock! Cunt! Fuck!"