So this last weekend the oldest stepson came so that we could help him rebuild a fallen retaining wall at his rental house. While he was at our house, not once did the youngest come out of his room to talk with his brother. Then on Saturday night, we came home from eating supper and the oldest had brought home some food for the youngest. He immediately threw it away. I wound up running to Wendy's for his supper.
Yesterday, we wound up driving around for a bit, then watching a movie at one place then eating supper and then watching a second movie at a second theater. hehe. When we got back, the youngest stepson was sitting in the carport smoking his wood-chip "cigarette". I said, "Hey." He said nothing.
Then we came inside and he was looking in the cabinet for something to eat. I volunteered to go and get him something to eat. He refused.
STILL not right. Also, I have to wonder if the Sheriff's office showed up while we were out. Or perhaps it was just being left alone for that long set him back down a few steps in his paranoia.
*sigh*
