TITLE: COUNTING CHANGE
My mother's mission in life is to change me. She'll deny it, but it's gotten so obvious since Daddy's accident. For instance she's been buying me clothes, which she has to know I'll never wear, and just yesterday she made a hair appointment for me. At her hair salon.
"Jenna and I are going back to school shopping today," I blurt the words so loudly, that Mama stops playing with the paint can labeled Tuna Gray. She takes the spoon she's using to try and pry the lid off the can, and taps it on our kitchen counter.
"You agreed to visit Daddy today, Stoney, remember? We've already talked about this." Tap, tap. "I've been patient with you, but no more." She throws the spoon in the sink and it clatters. "Jenna can't go shopping any other time." Mama makes that face. The one that says, You Are Impossible.