“I have a surprise for you,” Sonya said as she joined Cam at the table at the back of the restaurant. Cam was already halfway through her plate of spaghetti and sausage that was the special of the day. “Do you still want to move out of that dump you live in?” she asked.
“Dump!” Cam exclaimed. “How can you call my place a dump?”
“Well, let’s face it, honey. You’ve done what you can with it, but it’s well past its prime.” Sonya said, shaking her head.
“Yes, it’s small, but it was the best I could afford at the time. I’m saving my money to get a place like yours.” Cam slurped up another forkful of her meal. The cocaine had left her edgy, really agitated. She wanted to get on with this job. She was tired of sitting around and going to parties where she had to act girlie.
“Well, what would
