JT Johnson
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
She eventually lost the pretty apartment on the other side of town.
This had been preluded by an explosive argument one afternoon when bringing me home.
I was in the eighth grade at the time, and it had been a particularly strained visit.
Mom had consulted, more than usual, with Jim, and had been on a sort of rant from Friday to Sunday.
She had seethed as she splashed Pepsi into the gym, her eyes bleary and glaring at me.
She said these words in long, slippery tones, her head bobbing.
Lost in a world of history I had not yet been a part of.
When back at Nona's, I'd stood in the hallway where they couldn't see, listening while Mom demanded money.
Nona, who I had never heard raise her voice once, just kept saying she was sorry.