As Lima was furiously berating Red Hat, a few miles away, a red Mazda came to a stop at a red light.
In the driver's seat, Betty turned to Nina in the passenger seat and said, "After you pick up your license, come with me to the car wash. I'll be working, so you can take the car and go to your prenatal checkup. That clinic handles both abortions and prenatal care."
"Alright." Nina slipped her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt, gripping the 300 dollars Betty had given her for the license.
"Here's my credit card." Betty handed it over. "Since you don't have insurance, the clinic will want upfront payment. After your checkup, stop by the store to pick up some milk, eggs, frozen pizza, whatever we need. I'll finish work and catch a ride back with a friend to join you for dinner."
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