“How many words can you type per minute now, Momma?” “I’m getting better.” “How much better?” “I’m doing the best I can, really, Cathy—I told you the keyboard doesn’t have any letters.”
I think I’m getting as annoyed as Cathy because its glaringly obvious her mum is not going to school, not doing anything to get these kids out of the attic, I’m about to throw hands
