I change the subject and instead gesture to the money in her hand. "How much is that?"
"Not enough… thirty-eight bucks."
"You're…paid thirty-eight bucks an hour?"
"What? In what universe? No! It's eight dollars an hour."
Right. Of course, I knew that. I mentally roll my eyes. But that's not a lot, though very common in the business. Some even earn as low as five dollars per hour, but those are people who don't have legal papers to work in the country. On the contrary, my staff at The Manor are paid handsomely.
"How much does she owe you?"
"Doesn't matter. It's not like I'll go back there and demand two dollars… Should I?"
"How much is your mom's medicine?"
"How did you… Right, you were eavesdropping. Why do you ask?"
