Annabelle Marie Evans was a wild whippersnapper of eight whole, entire years old.  Ms. Annie – with a proper Southern diphthong on that initial vowel sound, thank you very much – fancied herself a doer.  She would not be left behind as the world kept on just spinning around her; no ma’am, she would be the very force behind that great big scooter that they call life; it would be her leg propelling the world forward and she would wait for nobody, woman or man, to give her a push.