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“No, I’ve got some things to do this afternoon. I’ll call you as soon as I know which vaginas I get,” she teased.
Damian groaned. “You do that. Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you, Dad. Talk to you later. Bye!”
“Good night.” Sighing heavily, he ended the call and set his phone down so he could work on getting dinner ready. But he couldn’t stop glancing over at the computer every now and then, knowing what he would see as soon as he opened it again.
Even though he silently said he was still deciding, deep down, he already knew what he was going to do.
Emily
Every morning, Emily went out looking for a new job. Every evening, she came back with nothing to show for it. She stopped by the diner, but unfortunately, it seemed like Marianne’s nieces were working out just fine. The cook on duty did sneak her another staff meal, which she nearly broke down and cried over, just because she was so grateful.
That one little drop of kindness meant the world to her.
She was currently avoiding Katrina’s calls, though they’d texted back and forth a few times.
In the evenings, Emily looked at the numbers. What she could do with an extra ten thousand dollars. An extra twenty thousand. An extra fifty thousand. She didn’t dare dream bigger than that, at least not on paper. It was too big, too scary to think that might be possible.
No matter how she added it up, it was always worth it. Ten thousand dollars would change her whole life.
Her stomach ached with hunger every day, but she was too worried about what would happen next week if she ate all her food this week. Dumpster diving hadn’t turned out very well, though she had found some stale donuts in a plastic bag and taken those home with her to freeze as well. Though if she ended up getting kicked out of the trailer, she wasn’t sure that all the food she was freezing was going to end up doing her any good.
She’d been maintaining a delicate balance of paying for things so that nothing got turned off and nothing was ever more than two months behind, but she was on her third month of not paying the power bill, and next month, the trailer park would need to be paid, or she could be evicted.
Friday afternoon, she splurged on a bus ticket and went to visit her mom. She needed to see her.
Thankfully, the jail her mom was in was close to the town and wasn’t high-security. Emily signed in and went to the visiting area, smiling what felt like her first genuine smile of the week when her mom appeared and sat down across from her. She looked good. Better than she had when she’d gone into the jail and had been strung out most of the time.
Her cheeks had filled out, as had her curvy frame, which she’d lost when she’d been doing drugs. Now, she filled out her jumpsuit, and the hair that was pulled back into a ponytail was glossy and healthy-looking. Just seeing her like this eased something in Emily’s heart.
Granted, she wished she was seeing her mom outside of the jail, but at least her mom had been able to get help and was doing so much better.
“Hey, baby.” Her mom opened her arms wide as Emily got to her feet.
It was impossible to forget where they were when there were several other visits happening at nearby tables and guards at both doors, but when she closed her eyes, Emily could almost pretend they were back at the trailer, her mom hugging her the way she had when Emily was a child. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away.
“Hey, Mom,” she said as they parted and moved to their seats on opposite sides of the table.
“Thanks for coming to visit me. I feel like it’s been forever.” Her mom smiled at her, taking some of the sting out of the words. Emily knew her mom wasn’t trying to guilt-trip her, but she felt it, anyway.
“I’ve been busy at work.”
“You are a hard worker. I hope you’re taking some time to have fun, too?” It was the same conversation they had every time Emily came to visit.
She pushed her usual smile onto her lips. “Sure. You know, it’s harder with Katrina gone.” She shrugged. “I spent a lot of time at the library this week.”
“You and your books.” Her mom grinned. “Read anything good?”
“Actually, I was mostly using their internet. I think it’s time for me to find a new job.” She’d lost the previous one, but it sounded better this way, and she got to watch her mother’s eyes light up with approval rather than cloud with disappointment or guilt over being stuck in jail when her daughter needed her help.
“Oh, that would be great! Do you know what you want to do?”
She loved that her mom just assumed she could do anything. Well, she loved and hated it. Loved her mom’s belief in her. Hated that she was bound to disappoint her. Though if she got enough money from selling her virginity, maybe she could go to some kind of trade school or college and get the kind of job that would make her mother proud.
It wasn’t like she needed her master’s like Katrina. Just… something.
“I don’t really know. Something that doesn’t involve working doubles for tips.” Especially for very small tips, which were all she’d gotten at the diner. “Maybe something where I can work my way up. I always thought I’d make a good locksmith.”
