They had shaved my head because they were afraid of the woman I was becoming.
I got dressed in a simple black suit.
Then I picked up my purse.
When I walked downstairs, Margaret was already sitting at the kitchen table.
She had made herself coffee.
She looked at my head.
Then she smiled.
“Well,” she said.
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“At least now you look humble.”
I stopped.
For a second, I considered saying everything I was thinking.
Then I remembered the mysterious bank account.
The credit card.
The unexplained transfers.
And I smiled.
“Good morning, Margaret.”
She looked surprised by my calmness.
“Did you make breakfast?”
“No.”
Her smile disappeared.
“You’re supposed to be learning.”
“I’ll make it tomorrow.”
“You said you were going to change.”
“I am.”
I picked up my purse.
She stared at me.
“Where are you going?”
“To work.”
Her face went pale.
