I ran my hand over my fuzzy head, a sad attempt to run my fingers through my hair. Please be negative, please be negative, please negative was the chant in my mind. I couldn’t possibly have a baby now not with my mattress that doubled as a
fire ant mound, the brown recluse colony that lived behind the fridge and stove, and the lice so bad I had to shave my head. Those were just the bugs; there ...