Room 417- The Hyperion- Tuesday night
When Jaye brings her mail back up to her room, she's on the phone. "I swear I'm not making rent," she says.
"Mom and Dad paid your rent last month," says Sharon. "I thought you had a job."
"It doesn't pay that well," says Jaye, bending across the dresser to plug in her new iPod to charge. "Seriously, Sharon, I can barely eat."
"And how is that my problem?"
This would be the time that Jaye goes through her mail, and sees a certain postcard. "OhmygodSharonI'vegottago," she says, hanging up quickly.
Not that it doesn't take her that long to read or anything, but still, she needs to have her moment of glee.
After that moment of glee passes, there's a moment of "How about a return address next time!"
"Mom and Dad paid your rent last month," says Sharon. "I thought you had a job."
"It doesn't pay that well," says Jaye, bending across the dresser to plug in her new iPod to charge. "Seriously, Sharon, I can barely eat."
"And how is that my problem?"
This would be the time that Jaye goes through her mail, and sees a certain postcard. "OhmygodSharonI'vegottago," she says, hanging up quickly.
Not that it doesn't take her that long to read or anything, but still, she needs to have her moment of glee.
After that moment of glee passes, there's a moment of "How about a return address next time!"