JANE
Rachel's face was filled with solemnity. It was as if she would rather die than have me live in the streets. I chuckled wryly.
That statement was meant to be a phrase I really didn't mean. But thinking about it, I realized it was actually the only option right now. I knew Rachel was mad that I could harbor such thoughts, but did she think I wasn't mad myself? After all, it was not as if I wanted to live on the streets.
Moreover, who in their right senses would wish that for themselves?
But what could I do?
No landlord or landlady would accept me as a tenant, and the only inn in the pack wasn't willing to accept me as a customer either. Wasn't all that pointing in one direction?
Life on the streets?
"I think I know where you could live, Jane!"
I sharply turned to Rachel at her
