“Yeah, that’s right. I can’t help you. To be honest, I don’t even know what you hope to gain from being her friend. She’ll just fuck you over, trust me. She’s incapable of human compassion.”

“What about her daughter?” I ask quietly.

“She told you about Maggie?”

I nod in response.

“I’m surprised. Anyway, I guess you’re right. She really loves her daughter. Like, a lot.”

“I could tell.”

“That’s the reason she’s doing this, you know? To get her daughter back.”

“She told me.”

“Yeah, well…don’t think she’s going to tell you anything more than that. She’s so fucking private, it’s ridiculous.”

“So, wait. I get why Ashley’s here…why she does this job. But what about you? Why are you here?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you the same thing,” she says with a smile.

“You first.”

“I’d like to say I have some noble purpose like my bitch of a sister, but I don’t. The money’s good. And I didn’t go to college and I don’t like working hard so…here I am, I guess.”

She looks sad all of a sudden. I have the feeling that Kyla likes to constantly assert independence…nonchalance even, to cover up the fact that she’s here to be closer to Ashley. No matter what she says, she wants her sister in her life.

“What about you Carlin? I told you, now it’s your turn.”

“Well, I actually went to college. And after graduation I went through this period of…pointlessness I guess. I don’t know. I just couldn’t figure out what I really wanted and then I…you’re going to think I’m so stupid.”

Kyla smiled in anticipation, “I won’t. I swear.”

“I watched this documentary on Heidi Fleiss and that was it. I had to try it.”

“You became a prostitute because of a documentary?”

“I guess so. Yeah.”

“Wow. You’re right. You definitely went to college.”

I laughed, “Shut up. I know.”