"Who my daddy? Who be my Daddy?" said little Quimquamquavia to her mother at the playground
on the project's property.
"
Hush,
Quim, I'm tryin' to rememba. It's one out of ten, I am sure! It was at night, and I don't think I saw his face. We were playing a game at a party called pimp and ho; I was 11."
