Chapter 22
Carol Lynne
"Sweet pea, please don't do this. I got things worked out with Lynnette. You think I wanna stir up trouble?" Momma said in an agonized tone. Her face was etched in worry lines that broke my heart.
We were in her shanty. Everything was just as I remembered, except my bed was missing. In its place was a small, round coffee table and an old green armchair that Momma currently occupied.
Charlie stayed in the car to give us some time alone.
I shifted around on the squeaky mattress across from her, trying to find a spot where its springs won't poke me. Last year, she begged me to send her eight hundred dollars, so she could buy a new one. Didn't have the heart to ask what she did with the money.
"There won't be any trouble, Momma. This ain't jail. You ain't doing tim
