"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.
"Don't be like that! I mean come on, I used to be so po
"Don't be like that! I mean come on, I used to be so poor and I used to be so homeless and-"
OH GOSH. Here she goes gloating her achievements once again. She really feels the need to rub it on my face huh? Why does this woman 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.
