“She only likes that. You don’t have to waste your money.” Lucia washed her hands and got ready to cook some noodles in the kitchen. Sandra didn’t have a favorite food, perhaps because she had eaten most delicacies before. However, she loved to eat the noodles that Lucia cooked. It didn’t matter what type of noodles they were—she liked them all. Other than Gabriel—the owner of the house, many other regular guests came frequently.
Lucia had never felt like Sandra’s occupation was inferior. She wasn’t concerned about that. After all, she never forgot that she came out of that place, too. If not for Sandra, she won’t even know what kind of life she’d be living now. Perhaps she would be selling her body or entertaining others.
Gratitude was a virtue. She would never forget Sandra's help for
