"We need to see if we can get financial aid for you. I can't believe they denied you any aid whatsoever. I'm going down to the office to talk to them in person." Lucille stood behind her daughter, Maya, brushing her hair, grimaces on both their faces.

"Mom, I can get grants and loans." Maya's voice was soft. "But not financial aid. Look at the house we just bought. You have to need aid to get it."

"Maya, I sell million dollar houses," she said as she held up her hand in assurance, her mouth twisting up into a grin. "I know how to work people. I know how to schmooze 'em. I can get you aid."

"Mom, the rules are the rules, we make too much money." Maya had her hands folded in front of her. She dropped them down at...

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