Chapter 18
If I was lucky, I could slip in, get changed into something to ride in, and then get out without an interrogation from my mother.
I wasn’t lucky. Mama was waiting in the front room, the one she always called the “parlor” like we were some sort of gentrified people. We weren’t. We were just regular people. We weren’t on assistance, but we hadn’t ever been money either. She earned enough at her job to pay the bills and buy groceries. The house was paid off because it was my father’s. That was it. We weren’t struggling, but we weren’t headed off on luxury cruises either. I was hoping to change that now that Echo had pointed out that I could do so with my singing, but I wasn’t sure that I could. These last few months were the first time I’d truly considered it, and it was both exc
