shorthand

She flicked sugar from her cookie and kicked together her patent Mary-Jane shoes. For someone trying very hard to grow up, she couldn't help reminding herself of a child. She needed to find herself, which certainly must mean that she needed to travel to India. Cookie crumbs fell to her lap.  She felt slovenly and fat, especially as she thought of all of India's starving children. They had slave children making shoes there, didn't they? She peered cautiously at her Mary-Janes and decided that she didn't want to know.