no money
Look at those nails! I say to the five-year-old.
Each fingernail is a different color.
Who did that? Iask.
Some lady.
Was it expensive?
No.
Was it your mother?
No, a lady in the nail shop.
It was probably expensive, I tell her.
She shakes her head no.
We used a card, she told me.
No money.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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