Anyone who’s been a teenager knows money is hard to come by, and it was no exception for me. What passed as allowance had suddenly dried up, probably because my parents thought I would spend it on reassignment surgery or something; who knows? They weren’t really talking about it.
Still, if I was going to have any kind of life I needed a way to make cash.
“Dog walking, huh,” Mrs. Hirschfeld grimaced.
“Are you sure? Queenie can be a bit of a handful,” Mrs. Thompson hummed.
“I can’t afford to pay you very much,” Ms. Simms reasoned.
“I’m juggling three kids and the hubby isn’t home ‘til nine,” Mr. Gonzales exclaimed. “Honestly, a dog walker would be a godsend!”