Sometimes in the night with all the screaming and arguing I pulled it out and waited for someone to bash my door in. Like a monster. I was now making two hundred dollars most nights and when I went to lock my purse in the break room I heard one of the waitresses complaining to the manager that she couldn’t live on sixty bucks per night. It was a miracle she never got raped although she may have been and not sober enough to notice. I’m not a slave. It was time to come clean. I have to get out of this place soon. With a cup of coffee and a glass of water, I was in heaven. The business card in my wallet. First thing in the morning and the last thing we do at night. Cara went to work in a suit with a briefcase and I had a part time job as a waitress and I shopped, cooked and cleaned to support my husband. “Nevermind. It’s not going to happen. “Now you know why
