Gina
“Fired?” my father snarls. “What do you mean, fired? How could that bastard fire you? Of all people?”
youall “It’s fine,” I lie. “Now I get to spend more time around here.”
Mona has just finished tidying up the kitchen, and she doesn’t hide the fact that she’s listening. It’s Thursday, cleaning day, but mostly she helps with Daddy when I have to work. I can see her fidgeting; she is clearly nervous. No doubt she’s worried that my less than fortunate circumstances will mean that she will lose her job, too. I turn away from the rage in his eyes and look at her.
“It’s fine, really,” I say again, trying to sound convincing. “I have a little money saved.”
She looks relieved, and she turns back to the laundry. I watch as she picks up a T-shirt, shakes it out. She hums a tune that rattl
