“This is torture! Inhumane!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’m hanging up now, Gen.”
“Seriously? How can you do this?” she whined.
Not surprisingly, Genevieve’s bank account was near empty, depleted of her monthly allowance. Her issue was that she’d just been informed that she would not be getting her usual deposit, meaning she was forced to subsist on what she had for another month.
“How? Because per usual, you were only thinking about yourself. The media backlash against Ophelia for that night is egregious. She was fresh meat, and you threw her to the wolves.” Genevieve had gotten away with much more in her life than most. Partly because she was the salutatorian of her high school class, and she graduated from Yale with a 3.87, but I knew she never got the praise she was searchin
