And just before we left
he passed me something under the table. XXX Your call, bitch.”
With that, I turned and began to leave. But then I realised she had just wriggled her way to one
of the far walls, and was huddled against it sobbing
uncontrollably. If I don’t go to jail I’ll eat my kettle. Oh yes, and the vodka
I’ve been knocking back pretty much since walking through
the front door. As I ascended the stairs, I heard her start screaming
again. On your knees.”
She was still as a statue. One, I live alone
and with very few visitors. So I think asking them for a steeper contract isn’t
the best thing to do. I don’t care.”
As I walked upstairs I heard her begin to, yes, cry.
