“Brent,” he said. “You got it.”
“Brent? You there?”
“I’m here,” I said. “I’m here.”
“Welcome to management,” Sheldon said. “God help you.”
“Well?” she said.
“I got it.”
She started crying. Right there in the laundromat on Fourth Street, before a dryer full of our towels and a woman folding her husband’s work shirts. She cried so hard that the woman came over and asked if she was okay.
“My son,” Mom said, pointing at me, still crying. “My son just got a promotion.”
“Congratulations,” she said to me. “Your mom’s proud of you.”
“I know,” I said. My eyes were wet too. “I know she is.”
When we got home, Janelle was sitting at the kitchen table doing her homework. ChooseFurniture
“I got it,” I said.
“The manager thing?”
“The manager thing.”
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She stared at me briefly. She said, seriously, “Does this mean we can finally replace the washing machine?”
