“You’re my mascot, Paper Moon.” I was too tired to object. We both knew I was more than a mascot. I’d worked for my brother since I was eleven, for six long years. “You should stop calling me that,” I said. “I love that name.” “P.M. and her dad were crooks. It gives it away.” FilmmakingCrooksHollywood Culture Book:Hollywood Daze Source: Hollywood Daze