Glen is coerced into helping his senile mother by his gay nephew Tristan. On probation, Mom burns things on the stove and steals cars for fun. Together they get her into an adult home, where her old lover lives.<br><br>The old man reveals he fathered a child with Glen's mother who was given up for adoption, but he no longer remembers the baby's name. All he knows is it starts with the letter D. Of course, everyone a little older than Glen with a D in his name now looks like a possible stepbrother, even Mom's probation officer, Damon.<br><br>Glen and Damon take a shine to each other. Is there any way for the two to win with such a dysfunctional family?

Glen Saves the World

Tris returned. “Grandma has apparently, er, gone out,” he said, looking calm. “Can we help you, sir?” and the little bastard shrugged one shoulder in what I think is called a moue, or was that only the weak and wincey smile on his face…


I’ve seen police types at a loss before. It’s a hobby of mine to catch them not doing their jobs. This one opened and shut his mouth a few times, and when Tris added, “Haven’t I seen you before?” he turned on his heel, and left.


As I closed the door Tris and I gazed at each other again. “Oh fuck,” we said. There didn’t seem much doubt that my mother must have driven off in the sheriff’s brand-new car.


“Do you think he’s hot?” asked Tris.


“Do you think he’s gay?” I asked.


“I know he is,” my nephew giggled, “or at least, bi,” leaving me aghast, and curious.


Chapter 6