I should have known William was bad news the first time he stepped up on Mama’s front porch, on account of he showed up with my cousin Ricky, and everybody knew what all kinds of meanness Ricky was into. But all I could think of when I saw William was how big he was. Big and tall and solid. Ever one of us Stantons looked like the runt of the litter, pushed back on the hind tit and never getting quite enough to grow right. William looked like he always got his share and then some.