Call to Prudence
Sylvia: [After waiting patiently for Prudence to pick up the phone, she speaks concisely and rhythmically.] Hey, bitch, found your number on your school's website. It's Sylvia. I know you bitches don't work on Memorial Day, so let's get fucked up. Where are you, I'll send my driver to swing by. This isn't ending in us fucking, by the way, so don't get your hopes up.
Sylvia: You there, bitch?










