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Chapter 80: Moby

Author: Stephie Walls
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-26 14:22:24
She answers that question when she shows up a little before eleven. Putting her purse down when she walks in, I can see the attitude she built up since I talked to her. It's oozing from her. Her hardened eyes turn to me.

"You need an attitude adjustment, Moby. Not just for me but for yourself. If you think this is the way to heal, you're dead wrong. If you're defeated before you even start, you're done. I will only say this one time, so listen closely."

She leans into me sitting on the bed so I can see her eyes and the storm brewing in them, she squints just slightly, lowering her voice, "If you ever scream at me like I'm a dog again, you can just go ahead and call your mama because you won't be sleeping under the same roof I do. Understood?"

I nod my head unsure words are appropriate right now. Luckily, Rhonda saves me. I think that's the caseworker's name, but hell, it could be anything. My short-term memory was shit prior to the stroke, it's non-existent now. Rudely, I don't
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