Chapter 92 – Getting By
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Waitress. Street sweeper. Cashier. Bagger. Janitor. Delivery girl.
Try to think of several jobs that a woman like me could do, and I swear that I would be able to say that I’ve done it. Luck has completely left my side after that fiasco at my former job, leaving me broke and jobless.
I can’t be sure why, but it gets harder and harder to bag a job after that last one. I even reached the point when I thought that Dane was pulling some strings behind my back.
My desperation escalated when my rent came due. It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that I almost begged on the street as I looked for a stable source of income.
It was then that I stumbled upon an old woman selling street foods. She was old enough to be considered my grandmother, perhaps even old
