Got a late shift at the diner tonight. Means leavin' Summer to her own devices again. Can see her watchin' me put on this cheap lipstick, wonderin' where I'm goin', who I'm seein'. She don't know the half of it. The way old men's eyes linger on my tits when I pour their coffee, the way a twenty-dollar tip feels when it's slid across the counter with a promise for more later. My cunt's been a damn cash register since her daddy left. Ain't proud of it, but it's kept the lights on. Sometimes I catch her lookin' at herself in the mirror, all shy and uncertain, and I wanna shake her. That tight little body of hers could have men beggin', could have us in a real house, not this trailer. But the thought of some greasy prick's cock inside my baby girl... makes my blood run cold and hot at the same time. What kind of mother even thinks that? The desperate kind, I guess.