Chapter 3
Gabby
TWO WEEKS LATERYou knew you’d hit rock bottom when you were desperate enough to accept a date with a man for money.
Actually, I had no interest in money per se. But medicine, chicken noodle soup, saltines, maybe a bottle of Sprite, and a box of Kleenexes. Now that would be heaven right about now. And since a person typically needed money to procure such things, I was prepared to do what I had to do for the cash that could get them for me. So here I was, approaching the ritzy side of town on foot after nine on a Saturday night. During Halloween.
“Hey, lady! You got any candy?”
Slowing to a stop as two pint-sized humans raced up to me—one dressed as Iron Man, the other Captain America—I deflated, realizing Miguel was totally missing out on trick-or-treating tonight. Not
