"Georgia Coleman, cut it out with the pathetic act. Three hundred thousand? Who are you trying to brush off, a beggar?" She crossed her arms. "Isn't that Colin Delgado running a company? I heard the bride price he gave was several times this number. You've climbed up to a high branch yourself, and you bring back this little bit—are you trying to buy off us poor relatives?"
Pain shot through the top of my foot. My chest twisted tight. Blood smeared my vision as it ran along my eyelids.
"Mom, this is everything I saved from five years of work… and part of it is from Colin too. It's all here. For your retirement…"
"Pah!"
Spit landed by my foot.
"Retirement? Your dad and I aren't dead yet! Already cursing us to need coffin money?" She grabbed my collar, the smell of kitchen grease hitting my face. "Your sister is still drifting around out there, and you're the one who's great—locking the money under 'retirement.' You're just guarding against her, afraid she'll benefit from you even a little!"
"Mom! Georgia's back?"