Magnolia wasn’t buying it. “You could do plenty of other things for thirty dollars an hour.” “Not in Lovewell, Maine.” “What about stripping?” she asked, grinning. “There’s a club in Heartsborough, and you’ve got great boobs.” “Jesus, Mags.” Willa fumed. “Are you seriously suggesting she become a stripper?” “Sex work is real work,” she snapped. “Check your judgment, Dr. Savard.”
