”There was probably a great deal of truth in that statement. A third of the neighborhood was on social security while half of them were working meni...al jobs. It was hard to say what the final sixth of the neighborhood did for money although prostitution and drugs were not that uncommon.“You might be right. I don’t know how much money the people around here earn. I do know that it is barely enough to cover the basics.”Shaking his head, Martin said, “It’s not that bad. We have kids who wear shoes. "You what?" Morgan shouted. "After I just told you not to look at me." You're pretty," I choked out, trying to excuse my action by giving her a compliment."I'm not pretty. I'm fucking gorgeous, but that doesn't give you the right to look at me!" It's a free country," I said, feeling bold."And I'm free to gouge your fucking eyes out!"Morgan flashed her fingernails before my eyes. I moved back. The nails looked like dangerous weapons."You are a freshman," Morgan said. "You're less than shit. You. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate for a knight, even though he had only been a knight for the past few months. Lastly, he named Sir Jean a Knight of Honor, part of the royal household, earning him a substantial yearly stipend.Even though the trip had taken much longer than he had anticipated, it was worth the delays. All of Jean’s financial problems were gone. Marguerite and Jean would now have a secure future with the stipend and doubling of his wages. He smiled as he left. Caroline learned those hard lessons in high school, and found no urgency to repeat her lapses in judgment.That was precisely why she did not want to go home for Thanksgiving holidays. She knew too many guys still trying to get her in the sack merely to brag about it. Caroling needed no part of that. Being blonde was certainly a curse.Caroling also knew why Fiona tried to avoid going home by arranging a wild few days alone with Bradley. He may have been a dork, but he was hot for the redhead..