dealing with her aunt was to not rush her. It would do Kimber little good, and it would just piss her aunt off more.
“I’m guessing you don’t have a pot to piss in, do you, Kimber? Not even the plane fare to come and sponge off me and my money.” Kimber wanted to tell her that she’d have it, but didn’t know if she would. She and Hannah only had five days left on their lease for the month. “Answer me, girl, when I talk to you.”
“I don’t have it.” She listened to her aunt go on about rainy days and saving for it. Then she went on to ask about the brat of a daughter and if her father was going to take her. “Hannah’s father is dead. I’ve told you that before. He didn’t even know about her.”
“Should have, don’t you think? When you have sex, you should expect there to be an issue. Have you never heard of precautions? Don’t they have that sort of thing there?” She told her that they did. “Oh, so you wanted to find yourself in a family way, did you? Never thinking, I’ve told you that all your life. Your mother was the same way. Her head in the clouds and never thinking of the consequences.”
Hannah came out of her room again. She had her bank and a small mallet that had been in the kitchen. When she sat before her, Kimber started to cry harder, hard enough that her aunt could hear her this time.
“Stop that blubbering right now.” Kimber tried, but it was difficult. “I’ll expect you to pay me back, with interest, for this. There are no free rides, not even for you. And rent. You’ll pay me rent each and every week until you have enough to get out on your own. Where you should have been all along.”
“I’ll sign a contract if you wish.” Her aunt laughed and said that was a sure thing. “I don’t have long here. Only a few days.”
“There are tickets for you at the airport already. You have to be out on the seven-thirty flight day after tomorrow.” She asked her if she meant her time zone or hers. “Mine. Why do I care what your time is? Don’t make me have to pay fines because you couldn’t get yourself ready in time. And there will be money delivered to you sometime tomorrow. I’m assuming that you’ll be there since you’ve been fired from your job. Make sure that you’re dressed befitting of my family. I will not have you coming here in those rags you wear.”
After she hung up, two things occurred to Kimber. First of all, her aunt had taken care of things before she’d called her back, and second, that she’d been keeping an eye on her. And even though it sounded like she cared, Kimber knew it was because she would want to know when she was failing.
Hannah asked her if she’d break her bank for her.
“All right, but only because we won’t be able to take it in the luggage.” Hannah nodded and Kimber brought the little hammer down on the bank. There were a few dollars in it, but mostly change, and all of it would have to be exchanged before they left here. “That’s your money, Hannah. And as soon as Mrs. Fitzpatrick pays me for our furniture, we’ll go and get dinner. We should celebrate one time before we leave.”
Mrs. Fitzpatrick had bought not only her living room things, but her bed, as well as the dressers that she’d had to dump on the floor. By the time her son came to get the things, Hannah had packed most of the things she was going to take. The fifty-three dollars that she’d had in her bank was sealed up in a zip bag and deep in the pockets of her suitcase. It was a pitiful amount of things that they were both going to be leaving with.
After they had their dinner of burgers and fries, Hannah had gone to bed and Kimber lay out on the floor beside her. She had several million things running through her head, and a list that was growing longer with each beat of her heart. Along with getting to the airport, she had to contact Hannah’s school and make arrangements to get her transcripts, and she also had to get her daughter’s