“You keep the change, I know you’re working hard. ”
She put a cocktail napkin down and my drink and looked at me, trying to shield her impatience.
“Change from five dollars? How far ya think that’s gonna take me?”
“Well how much do you think you deserve?”
“I deserve the alimony you’re supposed to be paying me so I don’t have to squeeze my ass into this tight little get-up every night and hustle myself in this seedy bar, that’s how much.”
She snatched up the bill and turned on her heels.