First of the month, nothing. Days pass. Nothing. The 15th, bell rings, it’s her. She’s got on her best smile and rattiest shirt. A granddaughter sits on her hip, check in hand. Rent's short, again.
Can I give her a break?
My mortgage was due on the 5th.
That baby better work harder next month.
I'm prepping for the DNC and getting my tissues out to cry me a river for the entitled.
