I sit across from him, smiling, and bring the plate in my lap. I start thinking about when we were younger and I used to work at that strip club, the lights and the money...I was rich. He would come almost every night for a private dance. I glance up at him and start eating, sitting cross-legged.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind