"Unhand my mother you brute!" you boom your pre-pubescent voice at him. He looks surprised that you are here, as does your mother. "Oh, geez... Tom, remind me to get my money back from that Simmons kid before we get out of here," your mom says to the stranger. "I tell you, hired help these days..." "Ma, are you alright? Has he hurt you?" you ask her. "So.... he hasn't hurt you?" you innocently ask again. You hear the clippaty-clap of horses running on blacktop a few seconds after she leaves. It takes years of intense therapy to wrap your head around everything she just said...