Karen sneered in his general direction. At the same time, she studied everything she could about him. Summed him up and sized him in three seconds. An opinion that would never ever change had been created.
"Don't touch, poverty. These goods are eyes only for the penniless. And shave, for the love of god, man. It's called a razor. I'll give you the dollar if you need it."
What was it with this place and all the freaking poor people?
Seriously, a country club was called for, and she was going to start it. There needed to be a place where she could walk more than two steps without having to be in breathing distance of somebody worth less than two million.