When did I agree to this damn dinner?
"God, Brooke! You need to learn to say no."
Throughout my life, that's been a problem. I don't know how to say no and I always end up entangled in a series of complications that only lead me to different types of disasters. My gaze shifts to the corner where I have the few things I could save. I still haven't found where to change. That means making a deposit and advance payments that I don't have.
I glance at my phone and browse through the contacts. Luisa is my only friend. Thanks to her, I got the job. But I don't want to ask her for a place on her couch. That would be demeaning. I curse as I finish my instant soup that I bought and prepared at the neighborhood convenience store.
Today is my day off, and usually, I would go to the market, do the
