Chapter 9

• After my talk with Pamela I walked around the beautiful gardens. The smell of the blooms were wonderful as the bright colors brought contrast against the fresh green grass. I always wanted to grow a garden but I never had time. The one time I tried, everything died. Roses, tulips and daffodils lined the stone pathway. Only thing that was missing were tiny munchkins to welcome me here. There was a small bench that faced the house and I decided to sit.
• I had a view of the back of the house. The white house and its splendor would have made a nice postcard. I took a deep breath as this was probably the first time in years, I had taken time to smell the roses. My name is Mona Harris and I am addicted to success.
• The conversation with Pamela replayed in my head. She had officially read me like an open book. I was thirty years old with no prospects. I wanted to have a husband and children but time was winding down. Darren pretty much told me I was defected, because I was round and didn't know how to work what my mama gave me.