“It can’t be easy living day-to-day without knowing if you’ll eat.”
That explained her reasons for resorting to prostitution. The difference was that her mother did so to keep her three daughters fed… we barely made it, even with us doing half the town’s laundry…
“They already think I’m a whore,” Clara said.
With that she sat on the floor, where the bed she shared with her sisters had been. More memories of her all too brief childhood resurfaced and put a smile to her face. She used that positive energy to help her mend her mother’s dress…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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