“How's the job search coming along?" Betty asked Karla, as the meal was winding down.
“Nothing, yet. I have an interview tomorrow, though. A friend is hooking me up as a possible bartender at Sand Dune."
“That's something you haven't tried, yet. What's his name?" Aimee asked, as she shoved the last piece of garlic bread into her mouth.
“Excuse me?"
“The name of the man who got you the job."
Karla glared at her, but Aimee just smiled. She knew it was a male friend and Aimee used the word friend very loosely. f**k buddy would be the proper term. That's how Karla got all her jobs, through friends or friends of friends, or it was promised to her while she was performing a private interview. Aimee was sure it was the same with the bartender job.
“Well, I wish you luck with it," Betty said
