The real question being – what on earth happened to the kid’s lower half. Honest – she is all in one piece. This was taken on Carlton’s Mother’s back stairs. At least once a year the kid and I got stuffed in Carlton’s old car and dragged off to Richmond to visit “mom”. “Mom” hated Pam and me. And, we weren’t too fond of her either. We tried to always go together and to always stay together. We felt that “mom” would be less likely to attack us if we stuck together. Eventually we just refused to go at all.