Amy shook her head, unable to believe that anyone could like alligator, whether it tasted like chicken or not. Wasn't the skin rough? Didn't the meat taste more...tecture'ry then anything? She didn't know, and she wasn't about to try it. Jackson listened and watched curiously, but his Corndog took all of his attention at times. 

Amy fell silent, for now, happy to just listen, keeping an eye on Jackson as he ate his dog, when the conversation shifted to how they were treated. While she wasn't treated as badly as Alver, it still made her uncomfortable to talk about. 

She finished of her Corn dog, and used a Wet Wipe to clean her hands, appearing, for a few moments, to pretend she hadn't heard the question. Then she sighed softly, [color=bc8dbf]"I tend to ignore what people say about or do to me. My boss is better then most, and I feel that he just thinks about Jackson, and how I need an income to raise him, but he still thinks that...well, that I am no good. That somehow, being beaten and raped, made me evil. That I somehow asked for it"[/color] [i]throttle back, Amy. No need to create a whole scene[/i] She sighed again, pressing her fingers to her eyes for a minute. 

[color=bc8dbf]"I hear the names, the nasty comments, the talk that I'm a demon, come to taint the people of this town, to lure young men to committing the heinous act of intercourse before marriage, or lure husbands into committing adultery, that I'm scum, the lowest of the low. I can put up with that. its the way they treat Jackson. He wouldn't hurt a damn fly, and yet they treat him like he's infected, something to keep at arms length, rather then to treat like a kid. Part of me thinks I should just pack up and leave, but this is my home. And I'll be damned if some head up their butts, stuck up, judgmental douches will drive me out of it"[/color]

[i]nice work throttling it back, Amy.[/i] She couldn't help it. The topic was a sore spot for her, because it led to the fact that her son would be, and was being, treated like this. And she would do anything to prevent that, to stop it. She just didn't know what. She sighed, and swallowed painfully, looking up, but letting her hair fall over her eyes, as Jackson, a warm, comforting weight in her lap, twisted around and hugged her, as if he understood what she had been saying and the meaning behind the words. Her precious, unassuming, caring son. Hers. 

[color=bc8dbf]"its never resulted in anything physical. so that is something. I find it...horrid that people can be so ignorant of albinism that they can treat you like they do" [/color] She said to Alver, [color=bc8dbf]"And yet, it doesn't surprise me about this town"[/color] she sighed softly.