Rm 409 - Monday afternoon
"Amber you're not gonna believe it!"
"You're pregnant?" she asked her ma, feeling snarky.
"Oh, yah, Amber, that's real funny. You know my priv--"
"No, god, ma, I don't want to hear that. What can't I believe?"
"I got ya a car baby!"
"What? For real?"
"Yah, you betcha! Now, it ain't nothin' to whistle at but it'll get ya from point A to point B. We got a good deal on it, considerin' Loretta owed a few favors."
Ew.
But a car!
"What kind is it?" she asked.
"Well now it's a '78 Ford Pinto and it seems to run pretty fuckin' great."
"What the hell's a Pinto?"
"Don't take that tone with me Amber Atkins. It's a goddamn car that'll get you to college and back, ya here me?"
Amber would have to Google it.
"Yah, okay. I'm sorry. Thanks for the car, ma."
"Oh, and I'm gettin' your room all fixed up. I can't wait for ya to get home! We're plannin' a block party!" he ma exclaimed excitedly.
Oh, lord.
"That's great, ma. I gotta go now. I got some studying to do for my TA stuff. Love ya!" Amber hung up and proceeded to Google what kind of car a Pinto was.
"Ah, no fucking way," she mumbled a moment later.
She was going to have to get a great job. She was going to have to get a job and never ever live at home again.
[Establishy.]
"You're pregnant?" she asked her ma, feeling snarky.
"Oh, yah, Amber, that's real funny. You know my priv--"
"No, god, ma, I don't want to hear that. What can't I believe?"
"I got ya a car baby!"
"What? For real?"
"Yah, you betcha! Now, it ain't nothin' to whistle at but it'll get ya from point A to point B. We got a good deal on it, considerin' Loretta owed a few favors."
Ew.
But a car!
"What kind is it?" she asked.
"Well now it's a '78 Ford Pinto and it seems to run pretty fuckin' great."
"What the hell's a Pinto?"
"Don't take that tone with me Amber Atkins. It's a goddamn car that'll get you to college and back, ya here me?"
Amber would have to Google it.
"Yah, okay. I'm sorry. Thanks for the car, ma."
"Oh, and I'm gettin' your room all fixed up. I can't wait for ya to get home! We're plannin' a block party!" he ma exclaimed excitedly.
Oh, lord.
"That's great, ma. I gotta go now. I got some studying to do for my TA stuff. Love ya!" Amber hung up and proceeded to Google what kind of car a Pinto was.
"Ah, no fucking way," she mumbled a moment later.
She was going to have to get a great job. She was going to have to get a job and never ever live at home again.
[Establishy.]