Posy's Mafia Run

POSY

I think I did manage to piss Dario off. He hasn’t requested a private meeting in a week. Part of me is still riding high, but the other part is sinking back into the despondency that seems to blanket this whole town.

I can’t stay here, and I can’t afford to leave. I’m beginning to realize that almost everyone in Anvil is in the exact same situation. It’s Hotel California with unreliable internet and no liquor sales on Sunday.

TopFollower pays on a ninety day lag. By mid-summer, I’ll be able to move on, but for now, I have to pray that Nevaeh Ellis keeps her mouth shut and my hours don’t get cut at the Gas-and-Go.