Chapter 36
“The traffic, darling?” Pilar was breezy, belying the lines of exhaustion in her mouth, the circles under her eyes. Her boss—at her waitressing gig—had called first thing that morning, insisting that Pilar pick up a double-shift since several of her co-workers had gone out to a party the previous evening and were too coked out to actually show up. At least that was the gist of what Sharon gathered from the conversation before Pilar had slipped out the door, wearing a shabby uniform. “You get used to it.”
“No, I mean the mountain of debt you’re hiding under.” Sharon gestured with one soapy hand at the pile of bills she’d found, some stuffed in Pilar’s desk, others lost under the sofa cushions, and still others tossed in the general direction of the trash can. “You’re transferring debt, getting racked by interest charges…Have you actually had any incoming money for the last six months? My God, Pilar, you’re drowning!”
“You went through my stuff?”