ain’t the Bank of America.”
I’m just a little short and I
don’t get paid until Friday.
“So why did you say you were
interested? It’s not like we’re friends.
You expect me to trust you?”
Why not? We were friends once, weren’t
we? He dares put a hand on my knee.
[Stay calm. He could bust you.] Calmly
I push his hand off my knee. “How
much money do you have on you?”
Seventy or eighty dollars. Is that
enough for a down payment?
“On a gram. But all I have weighed
out are eight balls, and they’re three
fifty.” I can’t afford stupidity.
He counts the contents of his wallet.
Eighty-six dollars. The rest on Friday?
If he actually calls with the money,
I’ll have to see him twice in one week.
He’ll probably rip me off. So why
do I say okay?
At Least He Didn’t Try
To steal the stuff.
[Give him time.]
At least he didn’t try
to rape me.
[Ditto.]
At least he didn’t decide
Hunter was his baby.