CHAPTER 7
Momma had distracted him this morning before he could ask me how I was going to take care of it, but I knew he would try to get it out of me as soon as he caught me alone, and I needed an answer to give. He already knew we were on the verge of the bank foreclosing on the house, and no one would give Momma another loan. I couldn’t get one either, and we didn’t have anything left to sell. Even our car wasn’t worth a quarter of what we needed.
Letting out a deep sigh, I put the phone in my pocket and walked into Frankie’s feeling like my neck was stuck in a guillotine. I tried not to let the stress affect my work, but it was a constant cloud that descended every time it got the chance.
The one night I wasn’t wishing for my shift to be over, I blinked, and Frankie was shooing the
