"What's wrong with Edna?" she asked as she came face to face with this sour looking woman.
"She sick. Edna come back next week. By then. I out of job." The woman said in a thick and heavy Russian accent.
Ella shrugged as she pointed at what she wanted behind the show glass and the lady scooped it in for her.
She didn't really have an appetite anymore but it seemed important to refill. What with the stress of having to deal with these nuisances all day.
The next day came faster than she had expected that it would. She did not know why she had stayed up almost all night, imagining the countless possibilities that it could take but she was not about to get caught in the cold again, she told herself. She meant it both literally and figuratively speaking.
He had come to pick her later that afternoon for lunch like he had asked her. He explained that where they would be having lunch was not that far away
