I was once counted among the doomed of this land, but I found a haven in her arms. She gave me my soul back. Soon though the bill for this kindness will come due.
Fortunately she is not without need. Her line of work pays well when she can find work. Otherwise she must rely on her wits.
She waits for me somewhere in this night. I have the money she needs. She has what I want. We’ll both be satisfied. That is, if we survive. At the moment of exchange anything can go wrong. Tomorrow, will my mother weep?