I hope he doesn't either. He's terrible. Y'know, he was head of the movie club and he, like, only show movies from old dead farts. [ That is the say, he only showed movies created by white men. Which her friend Ivy thought needed to be changed.

Ah, the subject of her parents. Harleen pauses once more in the process of pulling on her suit and frowns. ] Mama's workin' hard. She's off workin' some cruise ship. And my papa...

[ She trials off with a shrug. ] Who knows where he is.