Chapter 3: Exotic DancerA: Dani, do you know how to install a stripper pole? Asking for a friend.
I snickered as I opened the fridge. Who else but Amber would text me about installing a stripper pole in the middle of a pandemic.
D: Never really tried.
I set the phone aside and scrounged around in the fridge, almost forgetting what I was in there for. Juice, that’s it. Grapefruit juice.
Except the store was out. Shelves upon shelves of pillowy soft toilet paper. Enough toilet paper to build a TP fort in my living room if I had the inclination, but no grapefruit juice.
My phone buzzed with another text just as I slid my omelet from the pan onto a plate.
A: Do you have a cordless drill?
I set the pan in the sink and poured myself a glass of water, because of the juice shortage and all.
