"Hey Viv," Carla answered the incoming call as she wearily eyed the line of dead stop traffic between her and the exit. "What's going on?"
"Wow, you sound exhausted!" Her best friend since junior year of high school replied. "Tell me you're not working tonight?"
"No, Tuesdays and Fridays are my nights off," she laughed. "Only the nine hours in the office today, I'm slacking."
"You need to slow down, girlfriend," Viv told her. "You really need those three nights on your feet selling make up at a damn mall kiosk?"
"I'm not having this conversation again. Henry stuck me with the house, Brandon's tuition and our joint credit cards he maxed before he vanished with that skank."
"Not just any skank, his friend's wife," Viv sighed. "I was never a huge fan of his, but Christ that was as sleazy
