“So, you’re Fat’s niece?” He asks, curiosity alight in his eyes.

“Nah,” you reply with a little laugh, “he and mom are just real close. Used to go to school together before she moved back to America. He visited a lot when I was growing up.”

He grins in understanding, a little grunt of affirmation in his throat to show he understands.

“Well, if you’re like family to Fat, then it’s great to meet you!”