Seventy-Two-Year-Old Darla Pays Cash for an Emerald Green Prom Dress
I don’t need a fancy dress anyway.”
“I’m doing the very best I can here,” Rory said, letting out another slow, dramatic sigh into the phone.
“Times are hard all over the county right now.
I’ll see if I can scrape up twenty bucks for pizza next weekend, all right?”
“Okay,” Sadie whispered at the screen.
“Love you.”
“Yeah.
Talk to you later.”