![]() ![]() “Mama,” she sa id, keeping her voice light. Daisy wondered, briefly, if her mama had even bothered to look at the Caller ID before answering. It was, apparently, impossible to catch the woman in a good mood. “Yeah,” came Sue Cutter’s perpetually haggard voice. Daisy tapped her foot as she listened to it ring, wondering what kind of mood the woman would be in as though she had any other kind of mood aside from ‘irritated’. She scrolled down and chose her mama’s number. He was the whole reason she was here in the first place. If she loathed calling her mama at this moment, she absolutely refused to call Matt. She stuffed her wallet back into her jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone. ![]() She didn’t have enough for a bus ticket back to Nebraska, just as she hadn’t eight months ago. When they didn’t, she sighed and looked up at the Arrival/Departure screen on the monitor in front of her. She counted out the $52 as though by some miracle more bills would appear. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.įor being a kickass group of ladies and helping whip this book into shape.ĭaisy Cutter opened her wallet even though she already knew what she’d find. ![]()
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