“Don't mind me. I'm as happy as a cricket here.”
“Lola?" Cricket is on his knees at the side of my bed. I feel it. "I'm here," he whispers. "You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here.”
“From now on, I'm not doing anything I don't want to do! The world owes me happiness, fulfillment and success.... I'm just here to cash in.”
“I'm playing; I'm here. I'm going to fight until they tell me they don't want me anymore.”
“I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid, but don't talk to me like I'm stupid”
“I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch.”