Saving Ceecee Honeycutt   1-7

How many times do I have to 

tell you? This has got to stop. No 

more credit cards. You keep this up

and you'll put us in the poor-house. You hear me?

Momma licked her finger and turned a 

page of the magazine. He leaned down. 

Have you been taking your pills. She ignored 

him and words wiped  the shine right out 

of her eyes. Dad shook his head pulled  a 

beer from the refrigerator and headed 

for the living room. I heard  him dump

his wide beefy body into the recliner

muttering the way he always did whenever

he was  in a bad mood. Which was pretty

much always.