The curtains unfold as Caroline rushes in with another bullshit scheme.
“I’m gonna make a million bucks!”
A cockroach crawls along the sill. I pick up the Webster’s and slam it down.
“I’ll share. All you have to do is pretend I can read your mind. Come on, we’ll try it out in the park.”
“No. I don’t want to trick people into giving you money. I just want to study so that someday I can live in a place that isn’t infested. So I can look out a window and see something besides a brick wall!”
She doesn’t argue.
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