Nathaniel squeezed my hands. “Elma, I’m not angry at you. At all. You’ve done nothing wrong.” “I got you in trouble at work. I didn’t pay the electric bill, and we were behind on the gas, too. My housecleaning isn’t much more than doing the dishes and making the bed. I’m having trouble concentrating at work. If I weren’t trying to make trouble—” “Okay. Stop. Shh…”
