( thinking about the reason she doesn't have a name.) "The other name, Clara Nette, was given to Victoria. Although I wanted it, Winston made the claim that it would be better if we gave it to Victoria, because shes younger and is easier to be sunk into opportunities. This was before Lynnette came in, of course.

This threw Winston off a bit, what with him already given the name to Victoria. Poor soul he is, always trying to work his butt off (quite literally I might add, oh dear) to feed us all. I can truly respect a man like him, one who will do anything for the people he loves. If only the others were as sympathetic, though itd be a miracle in its own right to get any of these people to appreciate anything around them.

God knows I love them like family, but I swear they drive me to the brink of insanity at times"

My father always called me ‘pumpkin’, which was a bit old fashioned even for the time period. Even though he called me that, I never once was demeaned down to anything beyond a person in his eyes. Oh, the days where my father would put people in their place for speaking to me like one of the floozies they would deal with.

“Do ya talk to ya motha like that?!” He always let his wild accent slip when he would yell at a subordinate or a passerby. Never would he let one of the mooks call me ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. Oh god and the silly things he’d send them on! I remember once there was a time where he had made a guy pick up nineteen pounds of ham from the deli in Hell’s Kitchen. The mook nodded, but when my father said that he couldn’t drive his face hit the floor!