Chapter 8
“If it bothers you, you could refuse the job.”
“Oh, no. I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“And go back to living in a car? I don’t think so.”
“You mean you were homeless?”
“About as homeless as you can get. No money and no car, unless you count the one I slept in.”
“So how did you get here with no money and no car?”
“I borrowed one. This morning when I spent the last of my money on lemonade and donuts, Gracie, that’s the owner of the diner, she let me have hers until I can get one of my own.”
“That was nice of her. Well…okay, you’ve got a borrowed car, and now you have a place to live, so why don’t you have dinner with me? We could eat in or go out. Either way it’s on me.”
“You forgot about the rules.”
“Oh, yeah, those damned rules,” Adam said, and then turned around and went to the kitchen. “I’ll give you something to take with you, and give you a little money until your first paycheck.”
Phoenix hurried after him. “Why the hell are you doing all this?”