Terminal Four
A one-bedroom in a complex off Independence Boulevard for two years and four months.
A two-bedroom in the same complex, one floor down, which was the good one, for nineteen months.
And a sublet in Elizabeth, New Jersey, for the last five months, which was bad.
Three jobs, all in hotels. Front desk, then night audit — which is eleven at night to seven in the morning, and which she did for two years and two months because it paid a differential and because a neighbour called Ruthanne watched the girls for a fixed sum — and then, from the fourth year, assistant housekeeping manager at a full-service property near the airport.
Assistant housekeeping manager.
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