“KYLIE BRAY GET YOUR bee-hind in here young lady, don't make me come get you.”
I climb out from under the dining table, “I said I ain't eating it!" Putting my hands on my hips I crease my lips together.
"Kylie you are too, your mama s on her way back. Don't make me call her."
I stamp my rubber covered feet, "I'm eight I can do what I want and I ain't eating it Aunt Milda, I ain't eating that meat. I saw them cut cows last week, papa said that’s where mama buys her meat from, I ain't eating it.”
I turn and run through the front yard, the green lawn crunching under my feet. My aunt screaming, but I don't care, papa said she needed the exercise, and I agree. If those dresses of hers got any smaller her boobies were gonna pop out. I turn my head, and laugh as her yellow flower dress creeps
