After Getting Out of Pr*son, I Had Nowhere to Go, So an Elderly Woman Hired Me

I thought about the corner of the page.

“Tell her no,” I said.

“Not because she doesn’t deserve a chance.”

“Because you already gave yours to me, and I’m still using it.”

“Tell her to find her own Dorothy.”

“They’re out there.”

“I’m proof.”

Dorothy nodded once.

She hung up the towel.

“Good answer,” she said.

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