Aunt Denise came by
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“I have no idea, but I have it covered.”
She looked toward the living room, where the kids were watching a movie on a bedsheet I had pinned to the wall.
“You know,” she said, lowering her voice, “asking for help isn’t failure.”
“Great. Help.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Tommy needs sneakers. Benji needs glasses. Sybil’s field trip is forty dollars without food. Pick one, Aunt Denise.”
“Asking for help isn’t failure.”
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Aunt Denise’s smile froze. “I meant adult help.”
“You mean taking them.”
“I mean doing what’s best.”
I stepped closer. “For whom?”
She glanced at the kids, then back at me. “One day, Rowan, you’ll realize love doesn’t make you capable.”
“No,” I said. “But neither does a pearl necklace.”
She left without answering.
I thought that was the worst of it. Then Benji found the photo.
