something rude.
 
 But Bree, believe it or not,
 
 reigns me in.
 
 [Won’t serve our purposes.]
 
 Her hiss is inside
 
 my head. [We do want Mom
 
 to agree to pay
 
 for our car, now don’t we?]
 
 Yes, in fact we do.
 
 So I temper my temper and
 
 say
 
 , “It’s only for
 
 a little while, Mom. I have
 
 to pay you back
 
 somehow, don’t I?” I don’t
 
 mention my need
 
 to escape the confines of her
 
 house, but I do
 
 confess, “And a little cash
 
 for gas, diapers, and
 
 incidentals (!) would be nice.”
 
 Mom melts, but
 
 just a little. I guess you’re
 
 right. Thank you
 
 for taking the initiative to
 
 apply for a job.
 
 I don’t mind watching the
 
 baby while you
 
 work, and I know a degree
 
 of independence