At Least You’re Poor
“You are wearing a man’s shirt.”
“It’s comfortable.”
Amelia looked toward Lucy, who sat on the floor holding Toby. “How is the child?”
“My name is Lucy,” the girl replied.
Amelia blinked. “Yes. Of course.”
“You forgot.”
“You are wearing a man’s shirt.”
“It’s comfortable.”
Amelia looked toward Lucy, who sat on the floor holding Toby. “How is the child?”
“My name is Lucy,” the girl replied.
Amelia blinked. “Yes. Of course.”
“You forgot.”