Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
My mom nodded.
“Your late dad had the foresight to set us up well,” she began, eyes tearing up at the thought of her husband. I know they’d been in love, that they were high school sweethearts who never had eyes for anyone else. But the truth is, I had no memories of George. Zero. Zip. I didn’t have the heart to tell Mary that her precious husband was merely a ghost to me. He was my father sure, but he also wasn’t because I couldn’t summon a face, a voice, not anything. He was someone who lived in stories and pictures only, tales of “George this” and “George that.”
And like she could hear his name, Mary took a big breath and tried again.
“Like I said, Kitty, your father had the foresight to buy insurance. But have you ever heard of something called the stock market?”
I nodded.
“It’s where you buy stocks, right? Why, what does that have to do with us?”
Mary took another deep breath, her eyes tearing again.
“Honestly, I don’t know that much about the stock market myself. You know I’m not good with financial things. But from what our accountant tells me, we were invested in the market and things haven’t been going so well. We don’t have much anymore. In fact, we’re almost down to almost nothing.”
I shook my head, confused.
“How is that possible? How could that happen? I thought Daddy left us plenty!”
Mary gulped again, one slow tear trickling down her cheek.
“He did honey, but I guess I trusted the wrong people. You know I put the money with a financial adviser that I found on the web. They had such a fancy website that I was impressed. Plus, there were so many colorful graphics, and the customer representative was very nice when I called.”
I gasped.
“Ma, you used an on-line financial adviser? With no references?”
“Well, there were testimonials on their website,” she said sadly. “There were so many reviews that gave them five stars and I thought that was enough.”
I groaned inside, shaking my head. Even at thirteen, I had more common sense than Mary. Because there are so many scams on the web: you can buy Facebook likes, you can pay people to review your product, and you can even get fake customers who live in India.
But my mom is living in the past, and besides, she’s innocent. Mary grew up in the time of typewriters before there was a world wide web, so in some sense, you couldn’t blame her.
“How much did we lose?” I asked, voice trembling. “How much do we have left?”
Mary swallowed heavily, her spotted hand gently covering mine.
“We have enough for another year,” she said in quiet voice. “We can survive for that long.”
“Another year or what?” I cried, gesturing helplessly. “And then what happens?”
Mary shook her head.
“I don’t know honey. We’ll have to move, certainly, so that we can find a cheaper place to live. We’ll have to economize, and we even might have to give up eating meat because it’s expensive. Would that be okay? I know you’re almost vegetarian already, Kitty.”
I goggled at her. This was way worse than what I expected. Even my thirteen year-old brain recognized big trouble on the horizon.
“We won’t have enough money for food?” I asked quietly, my hands twisting in the bedsheets. “Really?”
“No, I didn’t say that!” rushed Mary, her face flushing. “I just said that we need to eat more cheaply, maybe by giving up meat. Maybe we’ll go on a fun vegan diet, you know, beans, rice, and no animal products. How does that sound?”
My mouth remained closed even as I stared at her, dumbfounded. First, because clearly my mom had no idea what she was talking about. Veganism can be really expensive with all the special items you have to buy to maintain a balanced diet. There’s special tofu, special supplements, and a host of vitamins to make sure you don’t wither away.
And second, a vegan diet sounded bad. I don’t want to eat like a rabbit. I don’t want to eat truckloads of salad and beans to stay alive. I appreciate veggies, but all the time, non-stop? Not my cup of tea.
So yeah, ballet lessons were definitely out of the question given our dire financial circumstances, and slow tears began to roll down my cheeks. I was thirteen, remember, and this seemed like the end of the world.
“I’m sorry honey!” cried my mom, leaning in for a hug and cuddling me close. “I’m sorry, we’ll figure it out, I promise! I’ve already asked for more work from the shop. I’m sure they could use the help.”
I remained stiff in her arms, my heart sinking. Because there was no way Mary could support us with her part-time job. Even if she went full-time, which wasn’t an option, her hourly rate just wasn’t high enough to make a living. So we really were up shit creek, and ballet lessons were out of the question.