The woman behind her, whose face wears a look as mean as a snake--meaner, really, snakes are much maligned creatures--cackles. "Den you fucked, honky. Dat liddle routine of yours ain't worth shit."

She's looking ahead, however. And she definitely sees Pruna. "Wouldja lookit dat," she says almost conversationally. "Itsa liddle bitch-baby. Lets take her lunch money."