“It’s not like we are made of money, Sadie Ann. We can’t afford to just go throwing it away.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I said I would pay you back.”
“Really? How do you plan to do that? You don’t even have a job.”
“I do too, I got offered a job today.”
“Doing what?”
“I’m teaching dance classes at a local studio.”
“Huh,” she says.
“What do you mean, huh?”
“Just that,” she snips.
“Okay, Mama, I gotta go.”
“Don’t forget about the TV.”
“I won’t”
I already did.