Momma forgot to tell me there was a God.
Most of what I learn, I learn from Momma. She always forgets to tell me stuff, like that there’s a God and all. When I ask Momma about the stuff she forgets to tell me, she said they don’t matter much; which is why she didn’t tell me about them in the first place.
We live outside of town. Way outside of town. Momma is the only person I really have to ask these things to.
Momma cleans some houses and does some other folks laundry. She had a job waitressing for a while but the county people kept coming out to find me all alone in the house and they took exception to that.