"What? Judge -" But Nancy's barrelled on, and Lydia's confusion is mounting quickly. Her brow creases. "Cesare paid you? For sex? Cesare paid you for sex? But that means..."
She stares at Nancy. "Are you a - a - a woman of the night?"
She really doesn't mean to judge. She really, really doesn't. She's just shocked. How can Nancy, her confident, fun, has-her-shit together friend be one of those desperate women on a street corner?
Lydia sits down on the bed, and pats the space next to her for Nancy. "Are you still?"
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"Cesare paid you? For sex? Cesare paid you for sex? But that means..."
She stares at Nancy. "Are you a - a - a woman of the night?"
She really doesn't mean to judge. She really, really doesn't. She's just shocked. How can Nancy, her confident, fun, has-her-shit together friend be one of those desperate women on a street corner?
Lydia sits down on the bed, and pats the space next to her for Nancy. "Are you still?"