ELENA
Days have gradually turned to a week, and I wouldn’t say life has been any better. Generally.
Las Vegas was nothing like Manhattan.
I was always cooped up in Lordy’s apartment unit, staring out her floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the bustling nightlife of Vegas.
“I need to find a job, Lordy.” Once again, I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, my back turned to my friend from one of the foster homes I was juggled around.
Over the years, we’ve grown into the kind of friends that only reached out to each other on special holidays, just for courtesy’s sake. I bet she was surprised when I called her out of the blue, so randomly.
But I wouldn’t deny the fact that Lordy was a real one.
A real one would let me stay over at their place without any prior heads-up.
I’d arrived
