Klepto's Sons

We had to get rid of our babies.

I insisted. A rotten father like me couldn’t raise them alone. We found this rich couple lookin’ to adopt online.

Two racist shitbags, though. They only wanted the blonde boys. Our redheaded baby, they said, was bound to be a hood.

My gun almost persuaded them, but I couldn’t shoot, not in front of my sons. Those assholes called the cops, so I cradled my youngest and fled.

Jenny lived in the hospital now, leaving me our problem child. Freckled, ugly, never stopped crying. My favorite. What to do with him now?