Chapter 11:
Packing took eleven minutes.
I want to be honest about how it went. I didn't fold anything. I grabbed a laundry basket and I filled it with Lily's clothes and her bunny and her blanket and the purple crayons and the dinosaur drawing and I dumped my stuff on top. Four shirts. Two pairs of jeans. Underwear. My toothbrush. The three rules taped to the inside of my closet door — I peeled them off and folded them and put them in my back pocket.
My mother stood in the doorway with a trash bag.
"I don't have anything," she said. "Everything I own was in that motel."
"We'll get you clothes."
"I can't pay you back."
"I don't want you to pay me back."
She looked at me. Then she looked at the trash bag. Then she went into the bathroom and took the little hotel soap and the toothbr
