DROP TWENTY-ONE
“I thought you’d be happy to leave the house,” Hector said, parking the truck.
“Oh, trust me, I am. But I can’t stand these girls,” Patty said, wincing at the sight of the building.
“Why is that?”
“They’re bitchy. Stupid. Shallow. Mean. Illiterate. Worthless. Slow. Lazy. Did I mention bitchy?”
Hector bit down a smile. “So… you don’t like them very much?” he teased.
“Nope.”
“It’s okay, let’s just go get your stuff.”
The building had a gigantic logo on it, saying Pinup Girls. With a neon pinup girl in a provocative pose. It was afternoon, but it still lit up everything around in a pink glow. That must have driven a couple of neighbours insane. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking. Forever.
The place actually seemed nice. He walked towards the reception. “Um…” He still had no
