Mushy took another swig from the Mason jar and glanced back at us. “All y’all gon’ be here the rest of yo’ life,” she said. “Mama gon’ keep y’all here making you be whatever she wants you to be, long as you bring money in this house. She tried to keep me here, but I musta took after my daddy, whoever he is, God bless him. Mama had me screwing in every hayloft, field, and back room she could find. I never even knew what I was worth. One day I thought, screw you, Mama. I went out on my own and screwed my way right on outta Georgia.”
