“I think you don’t know what bologna is.”
“What?” Emily snapped. She had no idea what that meant,
and she didn’t like the easy way a complete stranger could
make her feel like nothing at all. She decided she had to play
along, given that she’d already come in here and made a total
mess of things. “What’s bologna?” She snorted when Dani’s
smile died. “I’m kidding. I know what it is, but what does it
have to do with anything?”
“Because rich people eat stea
k. You probably never had a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your life either.”
“Why not? It’s my favorite. What do you think we eat?
Bricks of gold between gold-coated bread with gold-dusted
sauce?”
“Maybe not gold,” Dani said, willing to play along, “but if
you inserted online currency or something…”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, if you’re done making fun of
me, then I’ll get to the point. The point is, I don’t want to be a
lawyer. My mom is an artist, but she refuses to help me. My
dad doesn’t even see me. Neither of them knows who I am—”
“Poor you,” Dani cut in. She sounded bored. “I’m sure
they’re terrible and I’m sure it’s truly awful for you, being
their daughter and living your life. I’m sure they’re horrible,
since they want you to have the best education and probably
the best of everything else.”
“That can’t substitute for love,” Emily snapped.
Who was this freaking woman who thought she could just
sit there and stab pins into her for no reason, knowing nothing
about her or her life? Dani could make all the assumptions in
the world about her, but that didn’t make it true. What it did