Gertie was eating a feral child by the blasted-out factory when Mo-Maw found her and dragged her back home by her chain.
“You’re a bad daughter, Gert,” her maw scolded her. “A embarassmint.”
Just then, Pee-Paw spoke up. “Aw hell. Spiker’s back.”
A filthy, scab-covered toddler had emerged from the woods. “Feed-ee!” he shrieked. “Mo-mo! Feed-ee!”
“Go kill a squirrel an eat that, ya damn pest!” Mo-Maw hollered. She and Gertie threw rocks at Spiker until he disappeared into the woods again.