Catherine
The apartment I found for Becky and her mother was small and humble. It was really meant to be a bachelor’s efficiency apartment for workers at the mill. There was only enough room for one full-sized bed, but the women accepted it graciously. Well, I ought to say, Becky accepted it; Wanda rarely said anything to me directly. She kept her head down and her eyes averted at all times. I was able to set them up with a job cleaning the Mill’s administrative offices for a few hours each night. It didn’t pay that well, but at least it gave them some money in their pockets while we figured things out. It also made their staying there plausible. In the meantime, I personally made sure their fridge was stocked with groceries and all their utilities were covered.
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