Chapter 25
Madison sighed but she incorporated it with a laugh. “Obviously, I am poverty stricken,” she looked at Dontrell from head to toe. “I do not have the cooking skill to be able to work in an eatery. Even if I work there as a waitress, I know some of the customers would disrespect me.” She looked at Daniel who was sleeping. “I do not have a muscly body to work as a porter. I have not finish school. The stores that are looking for employees have high standards. How would I be able compete with those who had diplomas? I only have the body and the face,” she said with a smile.
“They are still many ways though however, I would not judge you,” Dontrell said.
“Thank you,” Madison replied and adjusted herself because her feet were already numb. She straightened it out on the floor and
