Jocelyn
Things were going smoothly. I was doing better at my job, even with snotty Melinda giving me the death glare any chance she got. And I was getting tips every day. People started coming in and even asked to be seated in my area so that I could serve them.
Danny was doing amazing! He would bring home his weekly checks and we had a good chunk of change hidden in a sock that either I or Danny carried around, because one of the cleaning ladies at our motel had stolen our last little nest egg we had built up.
Despite wanting to rip her throat out with my claws, the feeling passed and we were doing good. We had a groove going where we would work, go home and eat and then go out into town to hang out for a bit. Walking around in the cold sucked, but we now both had more winter clothes
