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She flipped through the books, puzzled as to why she was bothering looking into this. She didn’t have a job or any savings to speak of. She would not be able to pull together this kind of money anytime soon.
She would just have to exist in the meantime. She would live among the bitter and listless. Going to work everyday, coming home, melting into the couch in front of TV shows about other people’s terrible yet entertaining lives. She would carry on just as so many others did.
She buried her head in her arms and cried. She was careful to not make any noise. She hadn’t cried since coming back. She didn’t want anyone to hear her in the house, even though it probably wouldn’t matter since he parents were never home anymore.
She heard her phone vibrating in her bag. It was Gene calling. As much as she didn’t want to talk, she answered.
“Are you all right?”
“You sound terrible.”
“I have allergies. Pollen.”
“Want to grab a drink?”
“I do actually.”
“Great. Should we meet?”
“Sure, how about Flynn’s?”
“I’ll see you there.”
Ala traipsed back to the house with the stack of awkward and very heavy books. She tossed them on her bed.
She decided not to change, but fixed her makeup. Between the heat and the scratches and bruises, she was a sight.