CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I huffed for the millionth time, completely annoyed by the contents of my sided of the wardrobe strewn on the bed. I needed at least a few clothes and well, with Mrs. Carter now in the hospital, I knew I’d probably not get paid for this month. I still had one hundred and seventy-three dollars saved up from the other months after I sent my part for the camping trip but that wasn’t enough to sustain me until Mrs. Carter was back on her feet. At this point, I’d have to look for another part-time job, probably tutoring or babysitting.
“Can we talk?” I heard Mum’s voice behind me.
I dropped the halter top on the rest of the clothes decorating my bed as I turned around to the older woman standing by the door. She looked like someone who didn’t have much sleep, the bags un
