BILLIE
“Listen, Billie, they’ll eat you up at Crescent if you don’t get some different clothes. You have to at least look like you have style,” Fleming says to me during lunch at the Rock House. “I have access to the discretionary fund for the scholarship students. With my knowledge of consignment shops and outlet chains, we can get you fixed up. Let me help you.”
“I can’t afford clothes. The scholarship is generous, I can afford my dance gear and I have a food and housing stipend. There’s nothing left for anything else.”
“You’re forgetting the discretionary fund. If we say you need clothes, that’s what you need. It’s what it’s for. Besides, it would make me feel like a sugar daddy. Please?”
I give him an assessing look. He really is into this. “I don’t know, it would have to be minus
