Jake waddled into the kitchen, wearing a blue T-shirt and khaki-coloured shorts, his brown hair was longish, but neat. Berta ignored him.
"I said when's dinner!?" he asked.
"Soon!" Berta said, "Why don't you go pester your Uncle Charlie or something?"
"i can't, he's upstairs...playing...And I'm hungry!"
"Oh here!" Berta said. She opened a closet and handed Jakie a large box of cookies. The fat 13-year-old waddled over and grabbed the box greedily.
"Thanks Berta," he said, and gave her a hug.
"Oh get lost!" she said, "I have chicken to fry! Go outside and play or something!"
Jake snatched the box of cookies off the kitchen table, ripped the lid off the box, opened the packet inside and started eating. He stared around the kitchen, and then...
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