"Who my daddy? Who be my Daddy?" said little Quimquamquavia to her
mother at the playground on the project's property.
"Hush, Quim, I'm tryin' to rememba. It's one out of ten, I am sure! It was at night, and I don'
t think I saw his face. We were playing a game at a
party called pimp and ho; I was 11."