No Free House
"Electronics, travel, clothes, shoes, handbags, salon appointments, manicures, gifts for classmates..."
Before I could finish, several people had already started defending her.
"Helena, what are you doing? She's grown now and has her own taste. Those things might cost five or six thousand dollars. So what?"
"Exactly. Is it worth humiliating her in front of everyone over a few thousand dollars?"
One of Chloe's classmates made a face from across the room. "Chloe, your mom is so old-fashioned."
I ignored the scattered criticism and glanced at Chloe, whose face had already turned scarlet.