"Excuse me, 'which work' in what sense?"
"As in, the work I'll do in the house like cleaning or washing or..."
"Hey Carol, look here. I didn't bring you home to be my cleaner or a washerwoman. If there's anything to be cleaned or washed, Rennie or the boys will do it whenever they can, okay?"
Caro nodded. "So... what will I... be doing?"
Trisha dropped the computer on the table and sighed. Caro's heart immediately skipped a beat, thinking she was about to be scolded.
"You don't have any family left and nowhere to go, right?"
Caro nodded.
"Okay. Now, like I said before, we're friends and you can live here as long as you can and wish. This is my house and no one else has any claim over it. So... what would you want to 'be doing'?"
"Emm...", Caro hesitated, scratching her head nervous
