“That, had the US done a fraction of what Taiwan did, we could have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.”
“You don’t really believe that?”
“There’s always the issue of scaling up. Taiwan’s population is a small fraction of the US’s.”
“We’re the richest country in the world. Why should that stop us?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“We’re supposed to be badass, right?”
“That’s a compelling argument. The United States can replicate Taiwan’s success on a larger scale because we’re ‘badass.’”
“Don’t we have the resources?”
“We should. Our GDP is much larger. In fact,” I plug some numbers into calculator app, “our per capita GDP is fifteen percent higher. I could argue that the US has more issues to deal with, but ultimately it’s a matter of prioritizing what’s more important. Okay, I feel better about my conclusion. Thanks.”
“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow at nine.”
After hanging up, I sit down on the bed. I’m proud of myself for the amount of work I finished this week, even though thoughts of Darren crept into my mind often. I called Coretta to let her know I was going to Thailand. She asked me to check in with her daily. I assured her I would. Coretta always treated me as if I were one of her own.
“You want to come with me to the club tonight?” Amy asks as she applies another coat of mascara.
It’s tempting, but I shake my head. “I told Darren I’d come over tomorrow.”
“I still can’t believe we’re going to Phuket. In just a few days!”
I flop down onto my pillow and stare at the ceiling. I can’t believe it, either. Phuket. Thailand. And all I have to cover is meals?
Just then, I remember the one payment Darren would accept: a night at the BDSM side of his club.
Am I really up for that?