Rache begins the story with one of her favorite vehicles, a narrator who is rife with personal problems. Lisa is a college girl trying to get into a s...rority and with a wonderful economy of words we understand immediately that she's smart, funny, cynical, jaded, and not just a little bored with life in general. A typical 19 year old, away from home for the first time, but somehow still plugged into her adolescence through an emotional umbilical that she detests. Sound familiar?The obvious. Now she had five young men helping her – one in front, one on each side of her and two behind. Mrs. felt quite puzzled at the meaning of the boys' gestures.Soon they reached the entrance to a shabby 2 storey brick building. A few windows were broken and the entrance was spray-painted with graffiti. A broken sign over the entrance read "...rec...center".Mrs. didn't like the looks of the place. Maybe it was the wrong place? She asked, "Inside? No." She showed them the paper with the address. I howled as I ran and entered the high meadow, startling a deer and her fawn so that they bounded quickly away. I laughed at them and kept going, working my way higher until the grass thinned and the ground became hard with loose shale and grey sand. There were trees here, spread wide apart and they were ancient. Hardy pines growing from the side of the mountain, their tops reaching a hundred feet or more into the air. I was breathing hard by then and behind me I could see the valley and the. "Back already?" she said with cheerful sarcasm. She stood up. "Look at you, you're filthy," she hissed. I was silent for a moment. I'd only just gotten upstairs, I hadn't even turned on the shower. "I'm sorry Momma," I said. "You always say that but you don't mean it," Momma said. "I do mean it Momma, I always mean it," I said. Then Momma took out a tape measure and started to measure me. I don't know why she bothered. They were always the same, bust- 42D waist- 37 hips- 40 I'd barely grown an.