She stared at the screen, her molded lashes somehow conveying the exact weight of existential dread. Two months behind. Three if you counted the late fee on the inflatable hot tub repair.
“We did it,” he said.
She checked her accounts. Between the endless wardrobe refreshes, the convertible upgrades, and that unfortunate week she’d invested in a literal rock as a pet, she was down to her last shimmering seashell coin. barbie beach rent is due