She wondered if he was getting at what she thought he was getting at and she asked, after taking a drink, "like over Easter?" It was only half a question, and half a statement. Easter hadn't done her any favours either, it never did.
She shrugged at Judas' question. "Packing stationary from a warehouse. Barely minimum wage and incredibly boring, and doesn't even cover my bills. So," she added, "I'm also still fucking for cash." She gave him a sweet smile, thinking about his comment on her journal about whoring.