"Good! Now come here, give your sister kisses!"
The children laughed and ran to her.
She hugged them tightly before leaving.
Her chest felt heavy.
The neighborhood wasn't the safest.
She became especially anxious regarding their safety after Henry disappeared.
But she couldn't stop working and stay at home.
Someone had to bring money home.
She walked quickly toward the restaurant where she worked.
It was small but popular, always filled with people in the evenings.
"Good evening," she said as she entered the kitchen.
"Evening, Carlotta. Get the dishes ready," one of the cooks replied.
She tied her apron and went straight to the sink. The pile of dishes was already waiting.
Out of all the jobs she had, this one paid the best.
Before working in the kitchen, she used to be a waitress here.
The boss had chosen her because of her looks—blonde, blue-eyed, and striking even with her mean looking eyes.
The waitress job paid more than washing dishes, but it didn't last.
