CHAPTER 20
I get back to Mel’s trailer and pause at the front door. If that baby’s screaming, I’m not going in. Thankfully, I don’t hear Jasmine’s colicky shrieks. I walk into the little five-by-five entryway that serves as the living room, dining room, and playroom all in one. And now that I’ve moved in, this will also become the guest bedroom once Mel brings the air mattress out. The place is far too small for five people to share, but I guess I’m in no position to complain.
Mel’s in the hallway shouting directions at Bowman. “No, those are the hand wipes. I need the ones that say baby wipes.”
“Which are the baby ones?” he shouts back.
“Look for the letter B.” Mel’s got Jasmine draped over her knee and is trying to clean out an explosive diaper without putting the child on the floor.
