Junkie

“How did you get in here Brenda?” Verna Quest stood in the doorway staring at her daughter rifling through the change jar below the TV. Mrs Quest picked up the telephone and called 911, reporting a break-in. “You’re a real bitch, Mamma.” “And you’re a hopeless junkie out for drug money, Brenda. In jail more than out, married and divorced two times, rehab three times, don’t know what work is. Get out!” In a blink, Brenda’s knife was at her throat.