“Listen,” Ronnie said. “No offense, but Jane, the rest of us have brought a certain sophistication to the family, and you’re still cussing and talking and dressing like a slut. That dress was an inch shorter, you’d have to powder another set of cheeks.” “Damn,” Jane said. “Really? I remember when you ate boogers, Ronnie. I remember when you used to shit outside behind the carport, right beside a big ole clay dirt daubers nest. You’d just squat, lean against the wall and let it fly.”
