CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

YOUR PRESENCE

I watched the few people entering the small Rush dry cleaning and washing Store, each carrying a basket of a different shade. The number of employees had increased from last time. There were three new girls which were helping around.

One had curly ponytail, the second one had unkept hair that almost looked like mine and the third one had short hair. They didn’t seem to mind me, even with my bandages all over my body. In fact, they respected me.

 My hand pulled the ink pen and my mother’s diary, where she wrote everyone who had fetched their laundry, which was beside me.

My week fingers held it poorly. Weekly I started doodling the old man who had just entered. He was bald, wore a nevy suit eating a doughnut. He was kind of funny, almost like a character in one of the books I had stolen from Sorrow Haze., called Mr. Panman. He too was a bald man who wears a suit, a conman to be exact.

Well as growing up I had been in l