Chapter 33
“Come in with us, Jill.” Billy was almost begging. “I guarantee you a bed, and I promise no one will bother you.”
“Get away from me, Billy. I said no and I mean no. I won’t be shut up in some room with a bunch of bums.”
You’re a bum yourself! Billy nearly said, but he knew that would be a mistake. To Jill, a middle-aged, formerly middle-class woman who still tried to keep her fingernails polished and saved and scrimped for real haircuts, she wasn’t a bum. She wasn’t homeless. She didn’t have a drinking problem. She just liked to camp outside with her friends.
“It isn’t safe out here,” Billy protested. “There are monsters.”
Jill snorted. “Yeah, what a laugh. That might work on some of the crazies in the next camp over, but I’m not buying it. Monsters…LOL.”
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