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you know what happened to Teddy—the guy I was with?”
    â€œOh, Mama thought he was in good enough shape to work, so they gave him Prolixin and tried to put him on work duty.”
    â€œDoing what?”
    â€œHelping with some cattle butchering.”
    Oh god. A vegetarian’s private hell. I couldn’t imagine anything Teddy would be worse at. “Is he okay?”
    â€œI guess. He passed out. He’s back up at the house right now. The other boys are all kind of pissed at him. Although I think it might be just because he’s so much better lookin’ than they are.”
    â€œTell ’em they can deal with me.”
    Colby gave me another admiring side-glance, and I realized she might be a potential ally.
    Because I had the feeling I’d be needing one here.
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    I had another interview that morning with Mama.
    She told me that since they had to keep me on Prolixin anyway, I’d have to make myself useful. They needed extra help on building a big greenhouse, and she asked me if I’d had any experience with construction. I said no, but that I thought I could do it.
    I would rather have worked with Colby, but I figured Mama would know I was up to something if I asked for that, so I took what I was given.
    I ended up working with three good ol’ boys named Denny, Moose and JJ, who eyed me with a mix of curiosity and horniness. They were building a large wooden structure that would become a greenhouse, where they could grow certain foodstuffs they’d need. Right now the work was nothing but hammering two-by-fours; a twelve-year-old could have done it, but they made it sound like some tough-dude thing that required skill and years of training.
    â€œSure you can handle it, little girl?” said JJ, who was skinny as a rail and smelled a lot worse than the barn.
    â€œYeah, I can think of better uses for y’all,” offered up Moose, who grabbed his fat crotch and demonstrated how many teeth he was missing when he grinned.
    â€œCareful, boys,” Denny chimed in, at about thirty being the oldest and possibly least stupid of them, “’member what she done to Hank and Johnny.”
    â€œI’d be better for her than that trash she rode in with,” said Moose, and took a step forward.
    At first I thought he meant Hank…then (stupid me, slow on the uptake as usual) I realized the “trash” was Teddy.
    â€œHey, Moose, you know what a violent paranoid schizophrenic is?” I asked him.
    He stopped and frowned. “No. Sounds like some faggot thing.”
    Charming.
    â€œNot exactly. It means we hurt people.”
    â€œOh yeah?” The big dumbshit just smiled again and took another step forward.
    He’d been warned.
    I had my hammer in hand, and before Moose could even count to two (about as high as I figured he could go), I jumped towards him and brought that nice steel hammer down right on a size-16 foot.
    He screamed like a prepubescent girl and fell back, hopping on one foot, grabbing his injured toes. “ Owww …Jesus Christ, she hit me…”
    JJ and Denny couldn’t decide whether to defend their friend’s honor or back off, but when I just kind of twirled the hammer a little they stepped away from Moose and looked for something else to do.
    I know that after that I could probably have spent the day just sitting on my ass, but I wanted to let them know I also wasn’t afraid of real work, so I hammered in just as many nails as the three of them combined. By the end of the day the framework for the greenhouse was looking pretty good, and those three Neanderthals left me alone.
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    We quit at dusk, and headed back to the main house.
    My reward was to see Teddy.
    He didn’t look good—he was haggard from being back on the Prolixin , and from having had to endure watching a cow being slaughtered. After he’d fainted, Mama had reassigned him to general field work, and he’d spent the