There were two extra people staying here and now there is one. That's because the blonde one was seen, by me, dipping his hands into the stew that was left over from last night, eating the meat and veggies out of it; then, he'd lick his fingers and stick his hand back in the stew. Then, he went on to do relatively the same thing to the peanut butter.
I had found a glass of what looked like toothpaste spit (but might have been Boraxo and water) spilled in the kitchen, this morning, that I know was done by him, too.
Just too much weirdness and too icky, too. So, I told him if the boys want him to come over and know he is there, he can come hang out, sometimes; but, no spending the night and no living here.
We are making plans, sort of, to go out to Mom and Dad's on Thursday, so Marcus can do some yard work and earn money toward his rent payment and I can do a little cleaning. Part of it may depend on if Roberta wants to drive us out there.
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