“What is it?”
“Prostitute.” I shrugged. “Pays the bills.”
“Are you serious?” She looked a little taken aback. Okay, maybe I needed to reign it in a little bit.
“No. But I do have a job, and it pays well.”
Her shoulders sagged a bit as relief washed over her face. I was lying right to her face, but she didn’t need to know that. Today was only October 5th, so I had time to make up the money for rent.
“Are you a smartass?’
“Only on Mondays and Wednesdays. On Thursdays and Fridays, I tend to be a bitch.”
“And on Tuesdays?”
“I’m both,” I said with a straight face.
We stared at each other for a moment, her blue eyes staring into my grey ones. The corners of her lips tilted, and she broke out into a full-blown smile.
“I think we will get along just fine, Lily.”
I hoped we would because, if I blew this little arrangement we had, my only option would be moving in with my mother. I would rather swallow nails than move in with that woman.
Now I just needed to find a job.