Mother: What are you so angry about, bitch?
Daughter: I’m not angry.
Mother: It’s all over your face, bitch.
Daughter: What are you talking about?
Mother: I see it, here and here (she rubs her hands along the sides of the teenager’s face).
Daughter: (Stares straight ahead at the passing traffic.)
Mother: They’re sexualized, your eyes, asking for it.
A man walks past with a puppy tucked in his half-zippered sweatshirt. The dog is nestled against several large gold-colored crucifixes adorning the man’s chest. The mother coos at the pup. The man moves on.
Mother: How can you be mad after seeing that puppy, bitch?
Duaghter: I’m not angry.
The bus arrives. They climb aboard. They take seats on opposite sides.
