So much so that she could almost make herself believe that it truly was a good thing—that she’d earned it. “This is to help you with your rally girl outfit,” Grandma Willis said as she tucked a fifty-dollar bill into Lishia’s hand. “Oh, Grandma—this is too—” “Don’t argue with your elders,” Grandma warned as she pulled on her coat. “I want you to make us proud, Lishia. And I plan to come to some of your games. You know I used to be a rally girl too”—she chuckled—“back in the dark ages.” Before she left, Aunt Jamie gave Lishia a twenty. “I know it won’t get you much,” she admitted, “but maybe it’ll help a little.” “See, God is already providing,” Mom said when Lishia showed her the money. “And I’ll pay you another twenty,” Dad told Lishia, “if you give your mom a break and clean the kitchen.”
