Where will you go?"

"My sixty-five dollars ought to get me to a dock in San Pedro. The casts ought to help me sink."

"That is not what you're going to do."

"Oh? What am I going to do? Use my sixty-five dollars to rent an apartment, buy food, and live off what's left for the next two months until the casts come off?" Her voice was strained.

"What about your real brother? Or your parents, friends, someone?"

"My parents haven't got anything more than twenty dollars and I can't ask them ...