“It’ll work itself out, Vonnie. God never falters.” I want to laugh. He never falters, huh? Isn’t our life one big falter? I stand here, watching her get dragged down by those papers, feeling as helpless as she is. Then I lean in, wrapping my arms around her. I swear I will do well, Ma. I’ll get you a house, and a life where you won’t have to work.
