Chapter Eight
Tiffany
Taking off early from work, I picked up Jasmine from school, then we went home to spend a peaceful evening together, just watching Netflix and eating pizza. “So, what do you want to do this weekend, Jasmine?”
Picking the pepperoni off her slice of pizza, she shrugged. “Dunno. What do you want to do?”
“Not sure.” I watched her carefully pull each round bit of meat off the pizza. “Jas, you always say you want pepperoni pizza, but then you take the meat off. Why not just order a cheese pizza if that’s what you really want?”
“Momma, you see where the pepperonis were?” She pointed at an orange spot.
“Yeah.”
“Well, those spots taste gooder than the plain old cheese. I don’t like the way the pepperonis feel in my mouth, but I like the taste.”
“I see now.” I liked the
