"By the way, how have you been here? Are they treating you well?" She scutches over to come near me to ask a question, but I just placed my blanket up on my chest and looked the other way.
"It's fine I guess, not like it really matters since I'm going to die in a year or so," I responded pessimistically.
oman even come here when she can just be in her family trying to support it.
"Okay! I had enough! Of that!" I stopped her from talking before she tells me her whole life story about how she was a poor homeless maid, and then she married a rich man part of the family and how the family also hated them but they were somewhat tolerated by the Hastings.
"What? Why? Why are you getting so prissy all of a sudden?" She raised her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms. The nerve of this woman.
