Mom didn’t know anything about finance charges. In the end she paid nearly double what that stupid dining room set was worth. She said she didn’t mind. She said, “Dat’s dee only vay I could geet it, Landa.” All her babysittin’ money went toward that cheap junk. Five dollars a week. She took it down there and gave it to a lady at the counter. That woman wrote us a receipt and then mom would thank her and go on and on about how nice the set was and how much we were enjoyin’ it but only for special occasions because other wise we had to use the old orange table etc. etc. I saw the way that clerk looked at us. She didn’t smile or laugh or give a shit about us. On the way home mom talked about how much she liked those people. She said, “Dey hot done me a beek favor Landa vid dee table und chairs . . . maybe someday I can geet someting else from dat nice store.”