Doreen Piggot: Honey, yesterday I hit a kid.
Honey Bush: What?
Doreen Piggot: I hit an eight-year-old kid. He wasn’t hurt. I just kind of brushed him, knocked him down. But it was so close. He’s such a little sweetie too. I tried to give him a lift to his house. He told me his mom and dad told him never to get into the car with anybody unless they said it was okay.
Honey Bush: You’re very lucky, you know that?
Doreen Piggot: If I’d been going faster, I would’ve killed him. Imagine. How could you get over that? You couldn’t. I came home. I told Earl our whole life could change. Earl tells me to go on a diet. That’s all he could think of to say.