CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.
"Get the sauce from over there."
Melissa turned halfway to glare at Clarissa, who had woken her up early in the morning to run to the market with her and also to help prepare breakfast. She muttered curses under her breath as she walked to the fridge, taking out the plastic containing the sauce Clarissa wanted to serve with the bread they'd baked this morning. Melissa could feel the body pains assuaging her and she groaned. She'd worked as a cleaning person in the hotel for a few years but the pains she'd usually come home with wasn't up to the bone weary tiredness and pain she was feeling.
It might have something to do with the fact that she'd finally sent the information on the Eduardo's to Estabon and was waiting on his next move. They'd planned to meet up today
