For all who's interested in the conversation
Girl:
Shit!
Goddamn it!
Mother:
I'm not criticizing you.
Say were you were.
Girl:
You know where.
Do something,
Goddamn it!
What do I have to do to make you whack me?
At least once!
Don't you understand?
I want you to hit me.
I want it.
Can't you see?
Girl thoughts:
But the dumb cow never understands.
Just wonders who I am, and what happened to us.
I can't tell her about the player piano.
I must keep quiet.
Go it alone, or she'll try and stop me.
Girl:
Come...Be nice,
Come. Mama.
Enjoy
Ovan