25
Accounting to Vivi
When I reported to the office the next day, Vivi stopped me with a look.
"What costs three hundred dollars?" she demanded.
"I don't know," I said. "Is there, like, a punch line?"
"You paid two hundred and forty-eight dollars and ninety-seven cents, including a forty-dollar tip, for dinner at Duke's. Then you pulled three hundred in cash out of the ATM on campus. Don't tell me you needed pocket money."
"Zitts had me take it out," I lied. "I have no idea what it was for. Do you want me to ask him?"
"I already checked with him," she said with a frosty stare. "Try again."
"I don't know why he's denying it…," I offered lamely as I started my tap-dance.
"That much cash would have to be for drugs or sex."
"Maybe I saw a good yard sale. What did Zitts say when you t
