My son was donating money to everyone except his needy sister
IT was the first of the month, and sure enough, Rikki was calling. I kind of expected it by now.
“Hi, Ta, how are you?” She sounded breezy, asking how I was doing, Ma, work, telling me the kids’ latest antics.
Then, predictably, she cleared her throat. “Uh, Ta? So, the thing is, I feel so bad to ask you…”
I sighed. “The rent.”
Rikki made a small noise of agreement. “Right.”
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