I created the bad feeling by calling her friend, “a whore”. the feeling was worsened by the fact that they were both, as it so happened, whores.
“i meant nothing. it’s what she does for a living.” they harbored insolent sidelong looks drawn cigarettes and crossed legs. “if she was a cop, i’d call her a cop.”
“So you think of her the same way you think of cops?”
“if she wasn’t charging guys to fuck her i wouldn’t call her a whore. ”
“she’s an escort.”
i wondered how much it would cost to get out of the conversation.