2000- Liston Hills

'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 ...