Took mom to lunch. Asked her if she wanted to get Thai. You sick son of a bitch, she hollered. I’m not into bondage. Let’s get some chicken curry instead. She paid. I’m only a kid so I only carry loose change. I’m not allowed to work but I work on the side. For example, I sell smiles. Mr. Lones needed a lift so mom suggested I start a service business. So I did. I hate to smile. Think positive, mom says. What the hell does she know? How the hell does anyone know if someone is thinking positively or negatively? Is there a posometer? The curry sucked. Next time, mom said, we’ll get Thai instead. I can’t wait. I’ve got rope and a whip.