“And then, once you get a job, you can get your own apartment and own car and own cute little kitten,” Jacaranda went on.
“But what’ll I do before then?” Sunrise said, worried.
“What any other girl with no money does,” Jacaranda said.
“Oh, but hooking, I don’t know . . .”
“Call your mother.”
“My mother?” Sunrise cried. “I haven’t even seen her in fifteen years.”