Will Milford

“her ledger. All I could see was the top of her graying head. “Can you spot me ten?” “Do you mean I give you ten dollars?” She put a finger on a page and punched numbers into the calculator. “Yes, Mom, ten dollars.” “Ten dollars?” I rolled my eyes. Where’s a translator when you need one? “Yes, ten dollars!” “Baby, don’t yell. I right here. What you need ten dollars for?” “A birthday present,” I said. “A friend invited me to a slumber party Friday.” Mom kept her gaze on her work. “Party? Who this friend?”
― Cynthea Liu, The Dare: Friends, Family, and Other Eerie Mysteries