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"I wouldn't feel comfortable asking her for money. I can't do that, mom."
"Don't say you can't!" Warren's mom got up from the couch and ripped some papers off the coffee table, throwing them into the trash. "That bitch owes us!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Don't you raise your voice at me, young man!" His mom gave him a maniacal smile. "You think Barbara has you over there to do chores? HAHAHAHA! She wants to fuck you! Maybe she has already. I don't know and I don't care. You go over there and get my damn money. If she says no, change her mind! Get what I mean?"
"I'm not doing that! Mom, you're drunk." Warren covered his face with his hands. He hated when she was like this.
"I give you a place to live. I gave up my damn life for you! GET OUT!" His mother hissed. "Get your shit and get out! Let's see how long you last on the street."
"Fine!" he shouted back at her. This had never happened before. He gathered as much clothes and as many possessions as he could and stuffed them in an old backpack. Warren slammed the apartment door behind him on the way out. He'd live on the fucking street to get away from that woman. Warren got to the sidewalk. He could turn left and head toward the shopping district... or turn right where the suburb was and go past Barbara's house. Tears were streaming down his cheeks by the time he walked on the sidewalk past her house. As luck, or perhaps fate would have it, Barbara happened to be gardening out front at the time.
Barbara was about to take a break when she spotted him from her garden. "Warren? Darling, what's wrong?" she said from behind her fence.
He stopped, turning toward her house as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's, it's nothing, ma'am. My mom... she kicked me out."
"Oh dear!" Barbara stood up, pulling her gloves and hat off. "Are you planning on going somewhere?"
"As far as I can get. You know I don't have any family."
"Come here right now. You're staying with me until we can sort this out."
Walking past her gate and through the driveway over to Barbara, he thought about the things his mother had said.