[ Anne shrugs, her voice dropping to even more of a whisper as she glances at Bobby to be sure he's asleep. ]

I did my good Christian duty, but I must admit...I find it difficult to find anything in relation to him. I wish no harm to come to him, and would do what I must for his protection, but I know not how to handle him in otherwise. I feel my kindness forced, as he is not my son, and worry for what sort of poor woman that makes me. Master Pinkman seems to love him for true.