The first thing Pop do when he get home from Angola Prison is shove you and your little sister out the front door. He don’t even say hi. He just tell Mama to please give him a dollar for you to get huckabucks. Mama tell him he got nerve telling her what to do with her dollar when she been trying to pay the bills all by herself for twenty-three and a half months and five days. The lights been out since last night, so how about earning a dollar? That one vein in the crook of Pop elbow pulse like a fat worm.