Eleanor shrugged. “Yeah. I guess so. I mean my parents were shirtballs. My Mom killed the family dog because she was so forking self-centered. My dad was in and out of jail so much the best picture I have of him is his mugshot.”

She let out a laugh which wasn’t really about anything funny. “And I mean, those ash-holes couldn’t bother to even remember my birthday. How could I expect them to forking take care of me when I spent more time taking care of them?”

And if that came off with Eleanor sounding self-centered it’s because she’s totally self-centered.