It is all in the genes... Missy's lineage

She didn’t see me. I can breathe.
Mama has always told me to keep away from boys with no prospects. My father, she would repeat every day to whom would listen, was a good for nothing lazy bum and though I had inherited his good looks, I also inherited his stupidity.
As a child, I tried hard to please her to make up for Father’s shortcomings. You see, he left us for Dorothy, the widow down the road. I can’t say I blamed him, I can still hear her singing “Stand by your Man,” looking at him with adoring eyes.