Becky knew the gynecologist was concerned but it didn't matter because she was a wild child who partied down with criminal Negroes, and she didn't give a greasy **** who objected. "I'm going to the ghetto to thrill my homies," she told her back-up gynecologist who handled things when her primary gynecologist was in a coma. "You better not," Sarah Burgundy warned. "I was in the ghetto yesterday and the mood's pretty ugly there."