The first time I met Seth’s daughter, she moved her head around in circles. Pointing her fingers at Seth, saying, Don’t talk about my mom. She has the cutest pigtails and her eyes slant when she laughs. Everyone says she looks just like Seth, but I don’t see it. She looks just like her mom. She’s got her eyes and her nose and everything. Except she’s prettier than her mom. I saw her mom up close once, when she was getting her mail. She still has a spiral perm. Bree’s a cute little girl though.  But damn, she has an attitude. One day she’s writing me letters on her kindergarten paper, filling all those dotted lines up with hearts and kisses, and then the next day she’s asking me what am I looking at, haven’t I ever seen a little girl before? She said that last time she came over.  I didn’t even know I was staring at her.  I didn’t even feel better when Seth yelled at her for saying that because she’s never going to listen. She just walks off splashing the water hose like a scepter, playing a princess. He’s picking her up today. He asked me if I wanted to come for the ride. But I said no. Said he should spend some time alone with his daughter.