ten minutes, furious, because she’d sent sixty dollars that morning.
And I started showing up. Unannounced. Tuesdays and Saturdays, with bags. Cheryl hates it and there’s nothing she can say, because what’s she going to do, tell me to stop bringing food to her kids? I keep a key now – Brooke gave it to me, slid it across the table when her mom wasn’t continue reading …
