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A gray day, late November. A tall Mother with a tiny, dry skull and exploding hair makes a sharp left into a diagonal parking space, gets out, and opens the back door for three young kids she doesn't wait for. They straggle while Mom cuts across the windy sidewalk into the coffee shop. She scans the menu as they pile behind, examining Big People as if they're pillars about to fall. What Mother wants isn't here. They slump. Out come their bottom lips. And they follow. Bye bye.