“I told you Billy, it’s covered. We are all good.”
This man had been one of the first to pick me up when I came home. I heard the stories from Ma and Da about Aunty Sarah and Billy coming rushing over to decorate our home to welcome. So, he always thought he could read me. And at times he could because I left him a few bread crumbs. But today wasn’t that day.
The door behind him opened with Ma coming out. ‘Fine, but this conversation isn’t over.’ -