Chapter 75

• "Cora, only you can help me." Frida bent over the table and grabbed my arm. She looked at me desperately and pitifully.
• "You can find a job." I didn't have a place of my own to stay. I didn't have the ability to help her.
• "I tried. The first job I found was a job in a shop. I had to move goods up and down the shelves all the time, and my hands were blistered. Look." Frida waved her palms in front of my eyes. I didn't see clearly. It was a little red, I guessed.