SusanSusan was definitely a handful. I don’t know if I can say she was born that way or sheJust developed into that kind of person. It’s not so much that she intentionally tried to fuck upeverything she touched it just came out that way. When she was a young girl she realized that being the only female in a family dominated by males gave her a crutch to lean on when therewas a situation that called for it. She would constantly cry to her mother that it wasn’t her fault,that she couldn’t understand why no one believed her. If she had the wisdom to look in themirror than maybe she would have seen that it was her, not them that was causing a problem.Her mother was her biggest supporter but also her biggest problem if anyone would havehad the nerve to confront the situation. She always defended her daughter even when to everyonein attendance Susan was dead wrong. Whether it was smoking pot, cigarettes, drinking too muchor taking some other illegal substance her mother always ran to her defense. It got to the pointwhere her father and brothers just shut them both off and let her mother deal with any crisis thatshe caused. Why waste the time or breath.Her father, God rest his soul, was a meek though good man who weighed less than hiswife (he was a chubby chaser). Although he would yell and threaten he never carried through.Yeah he corrected Susan physically when she was younger but how do you spank a forty fiveyear old woman. She was now that age but had never matured to more than a fifth grader. Shewould cry and whine to get her way and was relentless in an argument never giving up no matter if she was proven wrong beyond a reasonable doubt. The constant stream of dialogue would have bored Carl Sagan let alone her three brothers, Michael, Vin and Paulie, the baby of the bunch.They got older and just tuned her out with their own families and worries to concern themselveswith they didn’t have time to deal with her and her bullshit.