Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
But she was real good about taking care of people. Whenever I got beat up and started cryin’ my eyes out, Leila would go up and slap the bastard who did it. When the guy got angry, that’s when Ladd stepped in with a brick. He’d always try to beat the bastard until he couldn’t move, but Leila’d kick Ladd and say, “We’re done here!”. Guess she had to do that, or the poor bastard would die. I always watched ‘em from the back, admiring how strong they were. That’s the way things usually went.