Wake Up Call

Again I wake up to the house rattling knock of my neighbor. "Hi Honey, did I wake you up again... Wish I could sleep in, I didn't get to sleep until 3:00 am... anyway Honey I was wonderin' if I could borrow ten dollars, I'm outta cigarettes." I give her two dollars and she wanders back over to her house saying something about having some change and figuring something out. I feel bad. I lied. I had about five dollars in my purse (now three). But I'm sick of always giving her money. It's not like I have a lot of it. She never, ever pays me back. Ever. Plus, the money is probably for booze- and maybe for some cigs. I am spineless.