On my way to her spot, I skip over the biggest sidewalk cracks, gripping my prize. Colton says stepping on a crack will break Mama’s back. I sometimes hit one but she’s okay.
The old lady is outside 7-11. She smiles big. “Child! What you got?”
I hold the paper bag out. “I did it! Learned all my sight words!”
“Oh, baby girl.” She sniffs the buttery smell. “Keep this. You don’t get treats often.”
“It’s yours. I don’t wanna hear no more about it.”
Smiling, she pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, then one into mine.