They say she’s an emotional peanut, just a shell. A hard brittle desiccated shell, with two hard balls rattling inside; one for her brain, one for her heart. People are afraid to touch her, not because they’re afraid the shell will break, but because they’re afraid the tough skin will abrade their touch. It’s tough to be an emotional peanut, if you get my pun. But what they don’t know is that those two balls have no way of getting out, and that’s why they’ve shrunk so much. That that’s the reason why they rattle around all day signalling SOS, in a code that everyone around her has forgotten.