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rd month she was working for Ms. Simmons and she was already getting tired of her complains and naggings. Ms.Simmons was alway

et!" Ms.Simmons squeeky voice would

arranged! And I need my coffee, righ

family. Emily and Emmy, the twins, needed to stay in school and their father could not do that. In fact, he did not care about any of them. The last time Mai

she had not been born a boy. Her father had wanted a son so much that Maisse spent the first three years of her life wearing only pants, this stopped only after she joined preschool. The few times he walked or spent t

n the pub. The twins were conceived as a result of one drunken night. When Maisse's mother broke the news to him, he was elated and started coming

the rent and food. Her sisters were home alone since she could not afford a babysitter at the moment. She was proud to have completed her high school, it allowed her to get meni

ne who could get them out of trouble or help them, she was their ride or die. And so she had to do every

. They considered her the opposite of a social butterfly. In school she was always reading, either in class or the school library. She never attended any party thrown by the popu

love stories in the library books. One day, she had promised herself, she would meet the love of her life, and they would live happily ever after. She would adopt her siste

It was an old diner that served soup and bread mostly, most of the regular customers were old like the owner, Mr. Prisley. It seemed like they were either patr

like their grandfather, even Maisse loved him. His wife was the first person to ever gift Maisse and the twins on their birthday. They had been sad whe

had some news to tell them today. She did not know what he was going to tell them and that made her worried. Sh

st as Maisse was putti

ll have to deduct it from you

isse replied as

cleaned my

why Ms. Simmons had needed a hand. The two girls barely spoke to her as Many. Simmons did not tolerate lazying around as she put it. The only thing they did was show her around the place. Massie quickly learned to mind her business

l and go get my coffee." She sai

treets were busy. She waved at the paperboy who sold old newspapers next door, smiled at the old watchman by the door of the coffee shop.

mmons asked as Maisse put her coffe

customers."

een low. Do something about it or I will have

only sold what was on the shelves. Ms. Simmons had refused to stock citing

est friend and she had an ugly temper. If she was not complaining about her