All This Could Be Different

by Sarah Thankam Mathews

I’m sorry, I finally said. I am—quite—stressed about money. I haven’t been paid since December. What? Freakin’ Peter’s going to get me the money I’m owed when the client pays him, which will happen at the end of the project. It’s just stressful. The prospect of living off of savings for so long. I—I—I’m pretty low on cash. Antigone’s anger appeared momentarily blunted. Fuck. Wow. I am sorry he is treating you this way. Babe. You have to be fucking honest, Tig said, their jaw set tight. Be honest in your relationships. You have to be honest with me, your best friend. Otherwise you’re just skating on ice, and one day you’ll fall through. ’S not that easy, I said weakly. My skull was pulsing, my vision beginning to blur as we pulled onto my street.