Pam started wildly waving her hands, but Harper kept right on driving. “Ma?” Harper frowned. “Tuh. As if that means anything. Give him all the money and we’ll be out of your hair.” “This your daughter?” The man’s eyes bounced from Pam to Harper. “Yea, but apparently that don’t mean shit. She’s been watching me struggle for years while she runs behind her little sister and her no good ass man.”
