She wasn't allowed to let her visitors stay over, so we said our goodbyes in the afternoon. She insisted on coming with me, but I told her I could get to the gate on her own. For a moment, before going through it, I turned to look at the house. I felt worried, very worried, about leaving her there. I wanted to run and tell him, "We're going home. Pack up your things,” but I was just a kid, and Marise was determined to do whatever it took to support us. And, on the other hand, she was not wrong to insist that the money she earned there would not be earned in any other conventional job.
I reminded myself that at least she had a roof, food and a private place, and I wanted to highlight those details above the alarming ones like the fact that Adrien's children watched her in an abnormal way.
