Going Out of Business and Final Clearance Sales ads litter the newspapers. A sense of desperation pervades the air. Papa’s company—the company he works for, he corrects me—is downsizing. Mama says they are looking for a smaller apartment, one bedroom, not two. Small apartments are hard to find. People are moving from 4-bedroom houses to studio apartments with their 3 children, 2 cats, and 1 dog. I hear the din when I hunt for places.
Mama says there will always be room for me wherever they live. I sleep on the pullout couch when I visit.
Girls from LUG college have started a new magazine, style and current events for young professionals. I’m an associate editor. We got 20,000 subscribers within the first 3 months. Or the money from 20,000 subscribers. Hard to verify. Billionaire parents supporting their debutante daughters.
I’m the only one with degrees in literature, so I’m in charge of the literary aspect. Another former classmate is in charge of photography. The Rich Girl Editors (RDEs) travel and party. Live on their allowances. Give the rest of us some of the free swag they collect. I have so many expensive shoes and handbags.
Finances managed by RDEs’ money managers. Salary is rubbish.