Idgie And Ruth Novels & Stories

I'd even found a great one at $15k a month. But Pauline? She shot it down immediately. "Why waste money on strangers? No one will take care of you better than family!" But now she was happily dropping fifty grand a month—for Yana? That name hit me like a slap. Yana. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. One afternoon, I'd forgotten some documents at home and doubled back to grab them. Pauline had been in the living room, laughing with a young, pregnant woman. The table was covered with the expensive fruits I'd bought—peels and cores littering the floor.