“You owe me, Nate,” Nichelle growled into the phone.
Honor upped the volume until her music drowned out her mother’s work stuff and focused on her own homework.
Suddenly she felt hard tapping on her shoulder, then her earbud was out and mom was yelling, “–you listen?”
“I was doing homework!”
“Don’t take that tone with me!”
“Do you have to be such a bitch?”
“What did you say?”
Honor slammer her notebook shut. “I get it. You’re mad because you had sex with dad.”
Nichelle almost physically staggered. “How–?”
“His apartment is small, mom!”
Nichelle stared. Honor stared back.