"Yov GODDAM~ old bitch," the boy shouted as he banged into
the side of Emma s car. "Why don t you get some goddamn
glasses!"
Emma was thrown into the steering wheel, felt the car careen,
thought what an ignoble end she would come to -- hurled free
like a rag doll- and was assailed by the first wave of self-pity
she had felt since Charles left her. She ended up slamming into
a palm tree, musing on how children were raised these days.
The boy had unmistakably given her the finger as he tore off
down Santa Monica Boulevard.
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