In a dusty parking lot outside a hardware store, Coco Gordon Moore is scraping congealed globs of chewing gum off a wall. A man in a black car pulls up behind her. Leering out of its rolled-down window, he looks her up and down, and asks the question: “You hungry, baby?”. She doesn’t react, and he moodily throws his milkshake at her feet and speeds off into the night – while she’s left to clean up the mess.
