"You look like you didn't get your beauty sleep last night. Why is your face so puffy? Another night of partying during the week?" Ricardo asked her as they stood in the huge kitchen at Polar Stars.
Sammy shook her head slowly. She wished she could afford such luxuries.
"I was thinking about where I could lay my hands on a chunk of money. Do you know where I can sell my kidney? Or somewhere I can work late at night as a stripper?"
Ricardo looked at her confused. "Stripper? They would remove you from Polar Stars if you became a stripper. Sell your kidney? Why would you want to do that?"
"I am about to live under a bridge, downtown somewhere with my father who is in a vegetative state. Why do people call money the root of all evil, yet right now it is the solution to all my problems before I go out and DO evil?"
Ricardo frowned. "The LOVE of money is the root of all evil, not money itself. Live under a bridge? What is going on?"