“It ain’t normal,” bellow Karla’s mother as she paced nervously across the kitchen floor.  “I tell ya, it just ain’t normal.” Karla sitting shamefully at the kitchen table ask, “What’s not normal mama?” “I raised seven kids, and Lord knows I did my best.  ME (pumping her fist against her chest)!  Your daddy, all he did was bring home the check.  Yeah, I knew he was running around on me, but hell, I didn’t care!  His money paid the bills, kept a roof over our heads, and food on the table.  I was the backbone of this here family, she proclaimed placing her hands on her wide hips.  And I know all of ya’ll was raised normal!”