M ... I work those same days shortly after school is done plus Saturday until closing, when I usually wind up on mop duty. Sunday I come in and work t...e dinner shift, which is busy due to the dorms not serving dinner. On Sunday, I stay until I hit 40 hours.I make enough from tips and commission on a nightly basis that I was able to bank my actual paychecks, or most of them, for quite some time. An older best friend of mine’s husband decided to sell his Harley Sportster and upon learning of it,. It wasn't until Iheard the fear in her voice, the profound hopelessness, that I realized howpointless it was to try to resist. Sure, I could last long enough to ensurethat Isabella suffered for my stubbornness, but surprisingly, the thoughtof that only made me feel guilty. And if I could, which I wasn't so sureof, what would be the point? After they finished their little game, theywouldn't just let me go. They had the rest of my life to make me signwhatever they wanted to. I had already lost. Then my father asked to visit my uncle’s house in Chennai at least on the day of the festival and I said okay. The day was approaching and I was planning to go to their house in the evening one day before the festival.I packed my bag and started to their house.By the time I reached there, it was 5’o clock.I went and rang the bell.My aunt opened the door.She was in a purple nighty.I was seeing her after a long time.So I hugged her(intentionally).She did not feel bad and hugged me back.I went. “Bye.” Julie moved faster on her son’s lap, almost forgetting about taking it easy on his ankle. “Embrace it, Mrs. Anderson.” Eloise spoke from the mirror, a look of pure delight on her face. “Tend to your scion. Feed the family tree.”“What?” Julie turned her head toward the mirror. “Do you see the lady in the mirror, Danny?”“Yeah, Mom.” Daniel dug his fingers into the flesh around his mother’s hips, preventing the dress from falling back over her butt. “That’s Mrs. Palmer.”“We do need an.