Kingston
"So you work because if you don't, then you..." I trail waiting for her to fill in the blanks. The last thing I need to do is say something to offend her or make an assumption that isn't accurate. Something tells me that even though Berkley has this hard outer shell, things tend to bother her more than she lets on. And on some level, I get it.
"I wouldn't have anything." She shrugs like it's no big deal, but, having nothing? That sure as hell sounds like a big deal to me.
"Food? Clothes? A bed? All up to you?" I asked.
"Food and clothes, yes- up to me. However, my social worker, Janelle, has helped me out in a pinch before with clothes." I watch as a light bulb goes off in her head. "Which reminds me-" Berkley maneuvers herself until she can fish her old, junky phone out of
