Chapter Sixteen2005
“My Sabrina worked for her two years. I tell you, Desrosiers was a devil,” Jean-François said to his friend at the bar of Chez Papa. The friend nodded and drank his beer.
“You saw how my girl has to wear a splint on her hand? That old shrew set rat traps out, trying to hurt her!”
“Maybe the house had rats?”
“No! And the trap that got Sabrina was in a bucket, who sets a trap in a bucket? I’m telling you, it gave that harpy pleasure to hurt her. She knew Sabrina really needed that job. It’s not easy for immigrants to find decent work, you know that. Too many of our women end up having to clean for the capitalists!”
“Well, the old lady’s out of the picture anyway,” said the friend, with a sideways look at Jean-François. “So you gonna marry Sabrina now?”
“Pft. Sabrina
