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“It’s not like we are made of money, Sadie Ann. We can’t afford to just go throwing it away.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I said I would pay you back.”

“Really? How do you plan to do that? You don’t even have a job.”

“I do too, I got offered a job today.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m teaching dance classes at a local studio.”

“Huh,” she says.

“What do you mean, huh?”

“Just that,” she snips.

“Okay, Mama, I gotta go.”

“Don’t forget about the TV.”

“I won’t”

I already did.