millie, (not her real name), thirteen, has three good legs, enough to get her to the green and relief and then look for a ride home, pushed by her mom who is eighty and asked if she could tell me a story about her t-shirt that said it took me eighty years to look this good. she read it to a kid who said oh and she read it again and he said oh. what did you look like before?
mister i think was feeling stroller envy.