Just, you know, a day.

On a bright, sunny day in the back-hills of north Mississippi, a girl drives home for the day. Things are going well, her gas tank is full, papers have been written, there is food at home in the refrigerator. She has been driving down this road for the past twenty-three years, and could probably navigate it with her eyes closed (she wouldn't try though). She knows every house, every car, every pet. She passes one house, they are always adding on some addition. Another, the levy broke that held the huge lake in front of their home, they are busy reinforcing it. Her favorite, the house with the pony and two donkeys. They always seem to make her smile. The house with the blue car and boat. Oh! There are three girls playing in the front yard. How nice to see. It looks like they are playing tag. They have bathing suits on, they must be playing in the sprinkler. Funny, from a distance they look to be about fifteen or sixteen. But, still, she is glad they are able to enjoy things like that. Are they wearing suits? They are not. They're naked. There are three naked teenage girls in the front yard of the house with the boat and blue car in the brightest time of the day. They see the approaching car and are suddenly ashamed of their nakedness and panic like Hebrews dancing around a golden calf who have just been discovered by a weary Moses. They crouch low into the neatly manicured lawn that all but hides them from view. She drives past them. There is the house that paints the trunks of their pine trees white. She has never liked that.