"No, assmunch, that's not it either"
Homeless and burnt out, Phoebe didn't have the patience for impatience.
"Fuck off, Vic and just tell me the answer already!" She shoved him into the wall of the old milktruck, her home. His grimace turned grin in one instant.
(more) He liked acting stubborn. He was gleeful as all hell.
"No, Pheebs, do the work. So what it's a long word... Just take it piece at a time."
She started makng the first three syllables again.
Phoebe just wanted to learn, to get the stupid piece of paper that said she'd done enough school. So that she might qualify to go get another piece of paper, a degree, that would say she'd done enough college. So she could go get a piece of paper that would say she did enough work, and could cash it for enough money, those enabling little colorful papers and shiny chips of metal used to barter or spend on... more pieces of paper, like books and newspapers.
So that she might just learn...
But she didn't have time to play another round of Vic's "If only I'd had a kid sister". She needed this coursework Done so she could get back to her job. Earn a few bucks. Eat. (less)
