BILLIE
I get a ride home from work, bribing my coworker Jenna with gas money as usual. I can tell she only takes it to make me feel comfortable; otherwise she would just give me a ride like she’d tried to insist on the first three times. I could take the bus, but it’s not safe this late. She waits until I’m in my trailer as usual, then I watch her leave safely from the back window. I put my counter chair under my doorknob, since my landlord still hasn’t fixed the deadbolt.
Then I plug in my ancient phone to see if I got any messages. There are two voicemails.
“This message is for Billie Black, this is Tricia from the Wesley Dance Scholarship fund. We’re pleased to inform you of your acceptance. Terms will be sent to your email, there will be a housing and equipment stipend. Since your
