[...] it turned out--Wilbur Fred was paying all her bills.
Which pissed me off, since I was paying her gas bill and grocery bill. As was, it turned out, my sister. I made Lecia go down there and call me with Mother on the line, so we could confront this bookkeeping inconsistency.
Mother elided it by saying, Oh, Ben doesn't pay those. He helps me out all kinds of ways.
Helps you out how? I wanted to know.
How? Lecia said.
Well, he cuts the grass, Mother said.
I pay Sweet to cut the grass, I said, referring to an old pal of my dead daddy's.
I pay Sweet to cut the grass! Lecia said.
on her mother's triple-dipping