Plan B
Revolves around that we need
money. Lots of it and fast.
Three possible ways to
come up with it.
Beg.
Not really my style. I mean,
I suppose I could call Mom,
tell her I can’t even afford food.
But would she believe me,
and would she care even if she did?
Borrow.
I could maybe call Leigh, ask for
a loan until payday, lie and tell
her there really is a payday
coming up soon. But she’s not
exactly rolling in money herself.
Or steal.
I’ve never considered this option
before. Course, I never had to.
Would I even be good at it?
Who would I steal from?
And afterward, would I feel
no remorse?
One Thing’s for Sure
If I’m going to steal, Trey has to be
in on it. This is his fault to begin with.
“So, any ideas how we might come
up with some cash, uh, illegally?”
You mean like counterfeiting?