“It was my grandmother’s,” I replied. “I just need enough for rent.”
“What was her name?”
“Merinda.”
He staggered back, gripping the counter. “Miss… you need to sit down.”
My stomach dropped.
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“It was my grandmother’s,” I replied. “I just need enough for rent.”
“What was her name?”
“Merinda.”
He staggered back, gripping the counter. “Miss… you need to sit down.”
My stomach dropped.