“Anise, I would dearly love to turn this house into a positive place for girls your age to find their feet when they need a little help.” She said this while fixing her gaze on me.
Her eyes did not drill into me like other times, but instead wavered just a little. I felt myself relax, figuring I wasn’t going to get a lecture.
“You may think that I lead a privileged life, and I would not disagree with you.” Miss Baxter paused a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. “But I assure you this was not always the case.”
As Miss Baxter paused again, I took the opportunity to peek inside my carry-out lunch. God, it smelled good.
“I paid my way through college as a s*x worker, Anise.”
I quickly rolled the sack closed again and sat up straight. Lunch could wait.
“Not as a prostitute, if that’s
