One after another, Alina folded the clothing handed to her. She helped with the sorting as best she could. Then came time to collect the money. She counted when her ma asked how much. But scrunched her nose. She kept loosing count after around twenty.
It Starts to Feel Like Home
One after another, Alina folded the clothing handed to her. She helped with the sorting as best she could. Then came time to collect the money. She counted when her ma asked how much. But scrunched her nose. She kept loosing count after around twenty.
"Now count the first pile....Good..." She moved to the second pile, "What comes after 10?..." She moved to the third pile, "and after 19?..." Good "And 30 comes after 29. So we have 30." She pointed to the extra bit, "Now how many are in this pile?" Ronan waited, "Ok now these three piles make up?...and this side pile makes up?...So you have?"
"Thirty-three." She said at last. Quite proud of herself. It helped her self esteem when she actually figured something out. Though that was true for most people.
Martha and her began to gossip. "Did you hear what happened to Maggie down the way?" Martha began.
"No, what?" Ronan responded.
"Well she done ran off with another man last night, left Lester in the wind, but then he found out, course he did, and you know who it was, his brother?" Martha said.
"Well weren't they twins?" Ronan asked, all the while the two cast permanent fixing spells and the piles of boxes grew. For every 10 they made that were up to par they got 1 knut.
As Martha and Ronan got back to work, now that all the wee bits were tucked soundly into the beds, and straw mattresses on floors in some instances, Ronan began to sing. It was an old gaelic lullaby, and though her voice wasn't beautiful, it was rather pleasant. The two women worked quietly til about one in the morning, Ronan herself incidentally falling asleep in her chair.
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