Last night, the sheriff's deputy finally showed up with the paperwork from the guardianship thing. We let the stepson stew over it for about 30 minutes or so in the carport. Then my wife headed out to talk with him about it.
Needless to say, he was upset. I snuck into the kitchen so that I could eavesdrop and make sure that no one got violent out there. Of course, he still thinks that he is not sick. He even made the comment that he had been in two places already and had been released with a clean bill of health. (Which of course we know is a lie.)
He was particularly upset that my name was on the document and that the document was in my handwriting. hehe
Time will tell!
*sigh*
