“Why do you smell like a compost pile?” Donna Davis asked as she pulled items out of a bag.
“You’ll never believe it but Katie Sutton accidently tossed her keys in a dumpster,” Jackson put away jars of peanut butter and jam after he had washed his hands thoroughly.
“Oh, that girl,” Donna shook her head and clucked in sympathy. “She has the worst luck.”
“She doesn’t seem to be doing too well. She lives in the poorhouse apartments,” Jackson frowned. The nickname of the townhouse complex was apt. Jackson hadn’t been to that part of town for a while and the buildings looked even worse than when he’d last seen them. He wondered if it was legal to let maintenance and groundwork build up like that.
“Um, Jackson? Is there something I should know?” Donna looked at her son, raising an eyebrow in concern. Jackson looked at the box his mother was holding up.
It was a pregnancy kit.
“That’s not our bag,” he took a deep breath and wondered just how much trouble Katie was in.
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