Chapter 114: Penitents, Part 9

James

“And working in that dump of a café,” adds Michael. “Why?”

There is no compromise to her angry tone, “A girl’s gotta eat and pay rent. And to do that, she has to work.”

“In this miserable place?” I say. “What happened to the money you had? And the money I sent you?”

Her voice rising, “The money I had, I still have, because I am going to need it to fund the next year or so. And I don’t know anything about any money that you sent me.”

“I paid it to your bank, to see you alright,” I say. She just stares at me. “You haven’t checked your account recently?”

“No need. I’m living on my earnings. And if you sent money, I’ll damn well send it back. I am not available for purchase!”

Michael, arms folded, drops his head, turns his face away.

No….

…. I didn’t mean….

“Charlotte, I didn’t mean it like that….”

Jade… I’m not trying to buy you….

“…. I just want to know that you’re okay. Not living like…” Helplessly, I gesture around the rancid flat. “…. not living like this.”