Capítulo 8: Chapter 8

He chewed on his lip, then nodded and followed me into the men’s room.

Afterward, it took a few minutes before his eyes seemed to regain their focus. “Wow! That’s one amazing way you have of paying a body back.”

“My pleasure, Shane.” I smiled at him.

He blinked again. “Come on. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“Thanks.” I wasn’t too proud to accept a last meal from him. I was flat broke, and I wasn’tsure when I’d be able to eat again. I went to the sink to wash my hands.

“Why don’t you tell me what really happened in Florida?”

“I told you—”

“I’d like the truth.

I guessed I wasn’t as good a liar as I’d thought.

“I…uh…I had a fight with my boyfriend.” That sounds a lot better than, “This guy I knew tried to sell me.”

I got it now. Franky had never been my boyfriend; he was my pimp. We hadn’t been making love—he’d been teaching me the tricks of the trade. He didn’t love me or need me or care about me. He only cared about money and drugs and sex.