This was something new. Parenting was Ma and Pop's duet. Ma wasn’t expecting Liz, her new sister-in-law, to join their act and make it a trio. Aunt Liz continued with my job interview.
“Can you type, Sweetie?”
“Sure, Aunt Liz.”
Annoyed that I actually had a skill, Ma scrambled for something to end my blossoming typist career. “Tina, you have homework. You don’t have time to waste.”
I was determined to become a typist. “Ma, ple - ease?”
Liz added what she thought was the deal maker. “It’s real work experience.”
Aunt Demi wasn't impressed with my career choice. Crocheting furiously, she muttered, “She’s going to earn money to waste it. Netta, you want her to do that?”
Ma quickly glared at Aunt Demi. Now it was becoming a quartet? Annoyed at yet another relative involving herself in what Ma considered to be strictly her own business, Ma glanced at her new sister-in-law. Then she looked at me and said, “Hmm... When you see how hard it is to earn money, maybe you won’t be so eager to waste it. Alright.”
I couldn't believe how well this was working out. “Thanks, Ma. When do I start, Aunt Liz?”
“This week. Sweetie, after you buy that ticket, be sure to put what’s left in the bank.” Ma nodded. Aunt Liz smiled at Ma. Returning to me, Aunt Liz said, “We’ll expect you to do a neat job. We have to be able to count on you. You have to do the work every week.”
I was willing to clean Aunt Liz's house. Heck, I would wax the bowling alley. “I will.”
Ma reasserted her authority. “Don’t forget your homework.”
“I won’t.”
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