Chapter 2Tom lived three blocks south, in a graystone three flat, just like so many others in this neighborhood, all over the city really. When they got to his front door, a piece of plywood over where the glass should have been, marred by gang graffiti, Tom turned to her. He hadn’t said much along the three or four block walk, which was fine with Miranda, but now it seemed as though he had something to say to her.
“Um, listen, babe, I’ve already got a few buddies over. I hope that’s okay.”
Miranda knew where this was going. She had been the pass around party pack girl at other gatherings of this sort. She didn’t mind; not tonight anyway. It was a chance to make enough to pay the rent, which was coming due in a week’s time. But she wanted to make sure Tom understood that her favors did n
