People who don’t know jack.
“. . . bill payments were overdue; charge card people called weekly. I’d tell them I was hurt, that I had jack shit. Insurance would settle as soon as I finished physical therapy. I could pay everything overdue and more. ‘Jack shit’ almost sounds like someone’s name. It’s just an expression for a losing hand of cards. Maybe I sometimes choose words that make me sound like a loser.”
Mia’s still listening so I keep going. “’How much can you send right now,’ the collector asked every week.”
I stopped answering the phone. What’s the use when people don’t know jack. . .?”