The Good Fight
“Don’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time,” she said, naively in a condescending tone. Beth was a bitch. She didn’t understand. What hard choices had the rich, former Homecoming Queen of Rhodes High School ever had to make? What shoes to wear? Which job not to work? Some of us didn’t have a choice in either. We wore the only pair of shoes we owned to the only job we could find. Even then, it wasn’t enough. We had to cut corners. Most borrowed, some begged and a few, like me, stole. Mostly, from bitches like Beth.