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The next day Jenny Wade confirh school's lobby "Listen, I figured a way out of this otten"

"Where aaze

"That's not my problem I need it by next Friday, Cabeache?"

I stared atfeet "I don't have it"

"Listen Dick Wad," She rabbed ainst the wall "I don't care how you get it; I need three hundred bucks next Friday!"

The beginning of a rass in a cracked sidewalk She is going to have a hella thick rug "But, I…"

"Rob a bank or so" Jenny's irlfriend," she sneered "When this nightmare is over, re to break your heart, and stomp on the pieces"

I was silent Around us the lobby bustled To a passing eye we looked like a couple eking a moment's privacy "Three Hundred Bucks! Next Friday!" she released li into the tidal flow of bodies flowing down the halls

As the days dwindled, Steve Lucas assumed the role ofyou off easy You don't want her oldout You'll be run out of town like your predecessor at 907 Cemetery Street"

"How did you know about that?" I cried

"Nothing happens in this town that I don't know about," Steve Lucas boasted "Anyway, don't worry aboutass Don't fuck this up," Steve warned - his eyes serious

That evening, around the Ortolan's kitchen table, Diane asked, "What's wrong Ja on hed and returned to sketching Her work, a self-portrait, would eventually appear as the goddess Venus on a Feminist Jeweler's Website - an unknown entity in nineteen-ninety

Later, sitting in my perch, I pondered my problem My father and the Ortolans were out So were the Millers It was too late to ask Count Bear and Flossy probably would help, if they had money to spare Which left me with oldthe super bowl than I had of getting a nickel out of that corpse creao - the little twat himself - Steve Lucas, he saved every penny he ever made So sure that my friend would bail me out that I fell into a deep dreamless sleep