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folding it up and sticking it in the pocket of my hoodie. We both stare down the other until I say quietly, “I-- I don’t have any money or anything.”
She nods with a heavy head as she puts her hand into her white leather purse and pulls out a folder of documents. “While you were being cared for, I went ahead and had all your information copied and sent to the house. There’s a new drivers license, birth certificate, social security card, and key for your father’s safety deposit box. I went ahead and called your banks, too. The one with your father’s money in it sent you a debit card. I took out about $3000. I thought it would get you through until your insurance figured out what to do with you.”
I underestimate my mom constantly. I’m always thinking the worst of her because she’s nothing like me. I’m all my father’s child -- rough edges and all. But she is the kind of woman who thinks of everything. She’s a mom who knows how rough it is to be a mom, and I have to appreciate that about her. Even after I’ve screamed at her and embarrassed her in front of a crowd, she still shows me she cares.
With gritted teeth I take the envelope from her hand and then pull myself towards her, enveloping her in a long hug. I feel her head rest upon my shoulder as she relaxes in my grasp. “I’m sorry, Danielle. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I know you know what you’re doing. You were always the street-smart type girl. But promise me you’ll be careful. You call Eva or me if you need anything.”
“I will, Mom. I promise.” I break free from her and head back to my car without looking towards her. I unlock the doors and quickly slide in before noticing the thick, overwhelming smell of smoke. My windows must have been down the night of the fire. It absolutely reeks. I eye my bag of money and credit cards as I wonder if it would be worth it to scrap the old sedan and get a new one…or at least pay for a professional cleaner to air it out.
Rolling down the windows, I adjust the seat back to my height and turn the radio back on my stations. Jamie left it on some sad country crap that I can’t stand to be around. I just want to rock out to something hard and fast, something that can transport me somewhere else. But nothing is sticking. Finally, I find an old CD rolling around under my seat. The music blares an all rock tune about riding the road, and I finally feel free to break out of the hospital and towards my new life.
The roadways open up as I follow my phone’s GPS directions towards the Piedmont. I’ve seen it before. It’s not one of those ritzy hotels by the docks, but what did I expect from an insurance policy I only pay a couple bucks towards a month? The old white building with the blue shutters has a long open driveway with the room’s windows facing inwards. The lack of privacy bugs me, but not as much as the sparse room with the old box television sitting on a scratched up wooden desk. Even the bed is a flashback to a much more worn-out period.
I look around the rest of the room and realize it’ll probably be weeks before I can get into another place of my own, and if I am going to survive this, I need something more than the basics. I walk over to the hotel safe where I have stashed my envelope of cash and IDs and pull out everything I need for a quick shopping trip. Clothes, blankets, shoes, food…everything is going to need replacing. Thank God for Dad’s settlement money. I haven’t had a need to touch it yet, but this had to be the time to do it.
I stuff a wad of the money down the new bra my mom purchased for me and another stack in my hoodie’s pocket before walking out the door. Nothing like carrying around cash to make you paranoid for your safety. I quickly walk out my door, locking it tight behind me, and towards my car parked just a few spots down from my hotel’s door. In my pocket, my fingers thumb through the cash, counting it
She nods with a heavy head as she puts her hand into her white leather purse and pulls out a folder of documents. “While you were being cared for, I went ahead and had all your information copied and sent to the house. There’s a new drivers license, birth certificate, social security card, and key for your father’s safety deposit box. I went ahead and called your banks, too. The one with your father’s money in it sent you a debit card. I took out about $3000. I thought it would get you through until your insurance figured out what to do with you.”
I underestimate my mom constantly. I’m always thinking the worst of her because she’s nothing like me. I’m all my father’s child -- rough edges and all. But she is the kind of woman who thinks of everything. She’s a mom who knows how rough it is to be a mom, and I have to appreciate that about her. Even after I’ve screamed at her and embarrassed her in front of a crowd, she still shows me she cares.
With gritted teeth I take the envelope from her hand and then pull myself towards her, enveloping her in a long hug. I feel her head rest upon my shoulder as she relaxes in my grasp. “I’m sorry, Danielle. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I know you know what you’re doing. You were always the street-smart type girl. But promise me you’ll be careful. You call Eva or me if you need anything.”
“I will, Mom. I promise.” I break free from her and head back to my car without looking towards her. I unlock the doors and quickly slide in before noticing the thick, overwhelming smell of smoke. My windows must have been down the night of the fire. It absolutely reeks. I eye my bag of money and credit cards as I wonder if it would be worth it to scrap the old sedan and get a new one…or at least pay for a professional cleaner to air it out.
Rolling down the windows, I adjust the seat back to my height and turn the radio back on my stations. Jamie left it on some sad country crap that I can’t stand to be around. I just want to rock out to something hard and fast, something that can transport me somewhere else. But nothing is sticking. Finally, I find an old CD rolling around under my seat. The music blares an all rock tune about riding the road, and I finally feel free to break out of the hospital and towards my new life.
The roadways open up as I follow my phone’s GPS directions towards the Piedmont. I’ve seen it before. It’s not one of those ritzy hotels by the docks, but what did I expect from an insurance policy I only pay a couple bucks towards a month? The old white building with the blue shutters has a long open driveway with the room’s windows facing inwards. The lack of privacy bugs me, but not as much as the sparse room with the old box television sitting on a scratched up wooden desk. Even the bed is a flashback to a much more worn-out period.
I look around the rest of the room and realize it’ll probably be weeks before I can get into another place of my own, and if I am going to survive this, I need something more than the basics. I walk over to the hotel safe where I have stashed my envelope of cash and IDs and pull out everything I need for a quick shopping trip. Clothes, blankets, shoes, food…everything is going to need replacing. Thank God for Dad’s settlement money. I haven’t had a need to touch it yet, but this had to be the time to do it.
I stuff a wad of the money down the new bra my mom purchased for me and another stack in my hoodie’s pocket before walking out the door. Nothing like carrying around cash to make you paranoid for your safety. I quickly walk out my door, locking it tight behind me, and towards my car parked just a few spots down from my hotel’s door. In my pocket, my fingers thumb through the cash, counting it
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