at all.
“Fine,” she said. “I sold it. Desert Gold Pawn Shop over on Thomas Road. We needed eight hundred dollars for Hawaii. You said no when I asked, so I found another way.”
The words hung there between us, strange and heavy.
“You what?” I whispered.
“We needed the money,” she said, shrugging. “It was just sitting there. You never wore it. Mom’s gone.continue reading …
