I'll tell you what you don't realize. She was out in public. Her boobs looked bigger than you could ever imagine them (and I love boobs!). She also wore nothing but jeans. As always, she was a great cheerleader and helped teach me how to stand up straight for myself. So, what do you think? Her tone of voice started to become awkward. Shh! What's wrong with her?! said the kid, rolling his eyes to face her. Well, what's wrong with her? She's just like her mom, momma. I'm sure she wants you to go home and call my momma. She doesn't want you to get lost in the world. She's the one who told you in the first place. That's right! said the kid. That's right girl! She said she'd be out on the beach, maybe when I come through here. She continued, walking away. Now, I can't even remember her name. Maybe I should call her momma. So, what's so wrong with that? How will they treat us? asked the child, looking back on the day. She can't have those in the first place. I guess they're the most likely to make us stop. And she can't get a massage.