Reality Fanfic: Parte III

Somewhere on the other side of town, there is a woman glancing through the classified section of the newspaper for the umpteenth time.

She’s wondering if she is brave enough to answer a certain ad.

And wondering if she has a choice.

In another part of town, another woman is wondering how she’s going to pay her rent money next weekend.

Should she listen to the friend who told her about this new job she just got at a local club?

Or should she just tough it out another week and try to get a more respectable job?

In yet another part of town, a woman is wondering if she’ll make enough money that day to pay her house fee.

And her day care.

And her electric bill.

And still have money left over to buy groceries.

She wonders what she has to do to elicit a tip from the gentleman in the corner.

And what she would have to do to convince him to buy a dance.

And what she’d have to do to make sure he’s willing to pay for another.

Of course, it’s not just one woman in Dallas who has such problems.

Not do such things just happen in Dallas.

Nor are such women unusual.

You probably walk by such women in the supermarket all the time and never realize it.

And if you’re asking yourself why I’m so sure of this, all I have to say is: you’re asking the wrong question.