“The worst thing I’ve done is become poor, Mrs. Jackson!” Jay’s loud, rough. Seems like her voice is using every inch of her body. “The worst thing!” she says. “That’s it! Excuse me because I have the audacity to be poor!” Trey touches her shoulder. “Ma—” “You think I want my babies sitting in the dark? I’m trying, Mrs. Jackson! I go on interviews. I withdrew from school so these kids could have food! I begged the church not to let me go. I’m sorry if it’s not enough for you, but good Lord, I’m trying!”
