I tried to creep up the creaky stairs slowly so as to not awaken Marcroft and the others in the hall, It was hard, because I thought we'd be rich. I'd been hiding in my usual place in the wall by the cafeteria at the institution and heard an enlightening conversation about clothes and windows. My Aunt Carrie lives with us, well she shares the back, side, lower room with our great-aunt Sylvia. I'm only eleven, but one of my jobs is to chase the drunks coming out of the Brewsters Pub alley out from peeking in Carrie's window. Occasionally, some real drunk wanker will offer me a coin or two to stay and gander for a moment - and I'll take it.
I was thinking, our windows are real dirty and Aunt Carrie and us can make a bunch more coin during the day too. I mean, she is almost 20 years older than me, and while I don't understand it, drunk twits seem to like seeing her without clothes on.
I rushed in and told Aunt Carrie of my idea. She thought it was great and we could try it as soon as possible.
This is part two of a We-Write with @mariannewest for this contest at the @freewritehouse.*
Marianne's part can be found here
I haven't seen Carrie now for awhile. I'm thinking she lives in a fine house at uptown, but Jasper, a good friend of mine said he might have seen her at the Institute, but he wasn't sure. I'm still thinking it's a great way to make money. Maybe I'll try it next week.
This is very cool!! Thank you for writing with me!!