CHAPTER
“So, you’re the new girl.”
Becky stared at the young woman standing in the doorway of her room. “Yeah.”
“I’m Precious.” She took a step forward and stretched out her hand.
Becky wasn’t used to shaking other people’s hands. Especially not girls who only looked a year or two older than she was.
“What they call you?”
“Becky.”
Precious shook her head of flowing jet-black hair. “No, I mean the name Donahue gave.”
“Oh. I guess I’m Sugar.”
Precious pouted her full lips, crossed her arms, and tilted her head to the side while she looked Becky up and down. “You don’t look like no Sugar to me.”
Becky didn’t know what to say.
“Where you from, Sugar?” Precious plopped onto the side of the bed.
Precious had left the door slightly ajar. Becky tried to see what was on the other side,
