Literature
Dinner and a Show P.1
“So... um... is your friend... rich? Or something?”
“Eh?” Sammy glanced over as she put the car back into drive. Ahead of them, the security officer lifted the large parking gate. “Hah, I wish,” the dirty-blonde laughed. “If she were, she’d have her own damn car.” Sammy’s sedan, if you could even call the junkyard on wheels a sedan, groaned as she let off the break and pulled into the gated community.
“Yeah... but, like, she lives here? As a student?”
“Their place isn’t that nice,” Sammy grunted. “Honestly, I’m pretty su
