Chapter 27
It got cold and we didn’t have no money to buy oil. Jason told Mama that Bigmama would probably help us if she would just go ask her but Mama said no, she don’t want nothing from her you know what family.
In the mornin’ she gets up before us to open the oven door so we take our clothes in the kitchen to get ready for school, but it ain’t never warm enough to feel warm.
I hate oatmeal made with water. Paste without taste. We have it everyday. When I grow up I swear that oatmeal will never again sit stuck to my tongue.
