Professional Appearances
“Catarina?”
I slide in next to Mistress Vincenza and let my body collapse into the cushioned seating.
“Are you okay?”
I slowly nod my head.
She slowly palms the wheel. “We’re still heating up if you want… to talk?”
“I don’t have anything to say.” I shrug my shoulders. “...Thank you. For this. No one else would’ve ever thought to give me a chance anywhere.”
But, she didn’t give this out of her own preference, did she? Isn’t that why she’s frowning and unable to find words?
“Would you mind if I crawled in the back and laid down?”
“That’s completely unsafe, but you may.”
While I crawl into a resting position, she gets out to pull the roof over.
Still, this thing only has a front window. The side walls freely let cold night air in to harass me. Thin dress; beautiful dress.
Mistress Vincenza wordlessly pulls something out of the trunk, and lays it over me. I don’t think about what she means by it, just tuck the blanket around me.