Katy's POV
I picked up my cell phone that I was able to buy with my tips. I dialed my parents' number. Anthony was at work.
"Hello?" I heard my mom answer.
"Hey Mama," I said.
"Katy Grace?!" She asked. "Charles! Katy's on the phone!"
I smiled when I heard my dad's voice was in a happy tone.
"You talk to her, and I'll talk to her after," he said.
"How are you?" Mom asked me.
"I'm doing fine," I said. "Anthony's at work right now, so that's why I'm calling you. I was finally able to get a phone."
"Do you have a job?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm working at a diner," I said.
"That's good," she said. "If you need any money just tell us. What are you doing about school?"
"I got my GED," I told her.
"Oh," she said. "You wanna talk to her now?"
"Yeah," I heard dad say. "Hey Katy Grace."
"Hey daddy," I said.
"How's the baby doin'?" He asked.
"She's doin' good," I said.
"You're havin' a girl?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said smiling.
"I told you!" I heard mom say.
"I hope y'all can come for her birth," I said. "Y'all and Carmela."
"Oh dear, she doesn't—" I heard Mama say.
"I don't what?"
"Katy," dad said. "Carmela passed away a couple of nights ago."
"What?"
"She was in a car accident," he said. "The funeral's in a couple of days."
"Oh my gosh," I said. "I had no idea."
"Well, if you're comin' let us know," dad said. "Y'all can stay with us."
"Thanks, daddy," I said. "I love you."
"Love you too, Katy," he said. "Take care of yourself and your girl."
"I will, daddy," I said. I hung up.
When Anthony got home I told him the news. We went for the funeral. He cried hysterically—the kind that is completely fake and for attention. Everyone bought it and comforted him, while I was actually crying with grief.