“A workin’ girl?” She repeated. “You make me sound like a stripper! Or a hooker!” Thank god things around Limbo hadn’t become so depraved that there was some sort of in-house escort service. If they kept cramming people in like sardines, though, maybe things would get even darker in here.
Amber laughed and playfully flicked Chloe’s shoulder. “You’re jokin but I would be honoured to have your cute older brother carry me around this place like I’m some kinda Disney princess. Chop, chop, Deacon—get him down here to save me from my candy-hoarding self!”
Although truth be told, Amber knew she could still stand to put on a little more weight. She’d always been on the slender side, but ever since arriving at Limbo? It had gotten a little more extreme.
She shrugged. “That’s how they get us when we’re kids and our parents take us to the grocery store. Standin’ in line, bored out of your mind, throwin’ a tantrum until your mom finally buckles and buys you one of everything.”
She playfully swatted Chloe’s hand when she poked her. “About a half hour, and then freedom. They have some quizzes in this magazine – wanna find out which song should be your first dance at your wedding?”