Doll Crimes
and now she points to me “—she and I, we struggle every damn day to support ourselves and each other. Every cent counts. Every cent really counts. So few folks understand that when it’s not them it’s happening to. You know?”
The cashier guy definitely knows. Minimum wage for long shifts, school assignments, and debt payments. Time stretched out like a decaying rubber band you have to keep plucking on, dreading the day when it finally snaps—but then he has a moment. He seems to replay what he’s heard, and he looks at me. Eyes mostly white.
“That’s your daughter?”
My mother beams. “Looks just like me, doesn’t she?”
My mother, sometimes she’s a super bitch.
“Hey.” I smile. My teeth are whiter t
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