• "Hey darling, what do you call people like these ones right here again?" Looking back with a grin, Dad tightened his grip on Lucille. I sat on the hood of one of the cars, clanking my combat boots together, tip tapping the metal with my nails and most of the attention focused on me.
"I call 'em sorry shits," licking my lips and giggling a little, Dad joined in to, "a bunch of sorry shits,"
"You're right darling, a bunch of sorry shits," •