In less than twenty minutes, Clemmy Sue is standing on Estelle Louise’s front porch. Without knocking, she opens the squeaking weathered screen door and moseys into a cluttered sitting room, where Estelle Louise slowly rocks back and forth, in a tattered rocking chair. “Estelle Louise, why ain’t you ready? You be knowing another storm be riding in.” “Imma guessing time just ran right past me. I be sitting here half the day just rocking away and I be thinking about bits and pieces of my life. I be figuring since I be living on welfare and food stamps, I ain’t nothing more than pure white trash. I swear, Clemmy Sue, I ain’t gots even a thimble of luck.” Clemmy Sue flopped on the day bed and unsympathetically says, “Oh jeez,