For the next nine months, Kat became a shadow to Lolly. There was always something in her hands. She followed her around, stood by like steel as Lolly gripped her arm like a tire iron, and constantly made food. She saw things already that no young woman her age should see, now this. She watched as Lolly struggled to get this done, watched as Lolly loved the baby despite the fact that it was born out