"He did say something about my butt once." "What?" "No way." "Come on." "God." She bowed her head as though mortified. "He said I had a ghetto bootie." I grabbed the wheel to keep us on the road. "Meaning?" "You know...a butt like a black chick." I laughed at Mia's expression of mixed embarrassment and amusement. "Do you have one?" "You tell me." "Yeah, you kind of do." She burst out laughing. "It is a good one, though, I'll admit that." "It better be," she said. "I work on it enough."