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Long hours, low pay, and big dreams...

Hi there.  I’m Hattie Morehead, and for a 19-year-old, I’ve screwed up my life pretty good so far. I grew up in a town in Tennessee the size of a mud puddle, and I’d planned to be somewhere else by now doing something important.  Instead I got myself pregnant, dropped out of high school, and took a job at the same sewing factory that sucked the life out of my mother and my grandmother.

My relatives are shady, my friends are freaks, and my romantic prospects are dim. But this small-town girl has big dreams:

Someday I’m gonna get out of here.
Someday everyone will know my name.
Because someday instead of sewing designer clothes for minimum wage, I’ll have my own clothing line.

I admit, at times that day seems far, far away. But I’m gonna make it happen. I simply have to.

For now, I’m hanging in and hanging on… by a thread.



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November 12, Tuesday

ADAM WALKED into the trailer smiling. “You, Hattie Morehead, are the talk of the town.”

“That could be good, or bad,” I said.

He laughed. “You know it’s good. The Nashville news station even covered Kenzie Jamison’s visit to the factory.”

I sighed. “I’m just glad it all worked out.”

“So am I. Thanks for mentioning the play. The kids are so excited, and that should help us sell more tickets.” He made a thoughtful noise. “You’re amazing, Hattie.”

My face and body warmed at his words, but I couldn’t seem to think of a verbal response. When the silence became awkward, Adam suggested we go over my homework and I gratefully agreed.

With the exam date in sight and Kenzie’s check in my purse, my motivation was high. I asked for extra homework, and Adam assigned me additional material to read. I had begun sitting up at night in my big bed at the Mannings to read social studies while the rest of the house slept.

As Adam was driving away, my sister Geena was pulling in. I hadn’t seen her since she’d taken off with my cash. I stood on the stoop, arms crossed, waiting for her to climb out of her beater car. She half-wore a glittering slingshot of a dress.

“Hiya, Sis.”

“Hi, yourself,” I said. “You stole my money.”

She gave a shrug. “Figured you didn’t need it since you’re all cozy with the Mannings now. I heard you’re living there.”

“Jake and I are staying there, yes.”

“Well, aren’t you Miss Something?”

I counted to three for patience. “What do you want?”

“Just came by to say hi, and to visit Mom.”

“Okay, well, the Mannings invited both of you to come for Thanksgiving dinner.”

Her eyes went wide. “No kidding?”

“No kidding,” I said, then gestured to her getup. “You can come, but you have to wear something decent—think you can handle that? And not be drunk when you get there? Or high?”

She frowned. “That’s a lot of conditions.”

“Yep.” Then I sighed. “Please… for Jake’s sake.”

She lifted her chin. “Okay, sure—I’ll clean up for the occasion. I can mix with the likes of the Mannings—you’ll see.”

She climbed back into her car and headed toward our mother’s place. But despite my sister’s promise, I was worried about her ability to follow through. ~

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