Marietta
I heard a knock and knew instantly it was Joyce. I rose on my bed, still drowsy. She carried the breakfast tray carefully and dropped it on my bed.
A sad look on her face.
“You do plan on eating here every day, huh?”
I picked up a bacon and chewed on it. “Tell me Joyce if your family mistreated you like mine did to me, would you consider them family?”
She lowered her eyes.
“It's just that your father asks about you.”
“Tell him I am fine. Not seeing his face and that wife of his makes me feel much better and less miserable.”
She drops the tray on the bed and watches me eat. I looked at the phone box on my desk. A new phone.
I scoffed.
“You have been preparing for school. Let me help you.”
I smiled at her. “It's fine. I can manage on my own.”
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