Sitting on the top deck of the ferry, Raul wondered what this trip was for. Interviewing for a job that he didn’t want in a place he couldn’t afford. Parole officers are so hard to please. Besides, being around all these rich people made him feel, needful.
The interview went better than expected. The boss didn’t seem to care about what happened in the past. Then came the money talk. He couldn’t afford to live here on what they paid. She told him the others worked as waiters at night. She looked at him and knew that wasn’t an option.
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