Chapter 9
Mary
“Here, Betty. Sorry, I forgot to bring them over yesterday.” I set the bag with her books down on the desk. After Brandon had left this morning, I called Betty, and we talked on the phone a bit about him being back in my life.
“Thank you, dear.” She smiles and rubs her hands together before reaching inside to pull the book out. Her eyes scan the pages, and I think she forgets I’m standing here.
“Bye.” I laugh.
She waves without looking up, and I continue on my way to do the laundry. The motel is relatively empty this week, so my workload is light. I only have two rooms to clean, and I’ve already done everything except wash the sheets. Using disposable gloves, I put them in the washer and sit on the lone chair in the dimly lit room. I keep things to do in a small box in
