PART 4: A House Full of Eyes

Desmond offered me a trial position before lunch.

He apologized for Vivian’s remarks and asked whether my mother needed medical assistance.

I was startled that he had noticed the hospital folder peeking out of my handbag.

“I need work,” I said.

“What my mother needs is a treatment plan, not a favor that puts me in anyone’s debt.”

He nodded.

“Then we’ll pay you fairly for work you perform.