The Crimson Thread
“By Suzanne Weyn CHAPTER NINE Crisis That night Bertie sat on the fire escape with Eileen in her lap, mopping the little girl’s feverish brow with a damp cloth. It was ironic, she thought; she now had enough money to feed the child properly, but Eileen couldn’t eat. Her throat was red and swollen. The glands under her fragile chin were like two eggs. At intervals, she hacked out a barking cough that seemed to rattle her small frame.
A young woman appeared at the window – Maria... from Mrs. Howard’s sweatshop. “I came by to visit you, and your brother told me you have a sick bambina,” she explained, climbing out onto tie escape.
“It’s true. I don’t know what to do for her,” Bertie said fretfully. “I’m glad to see you, anyway. Are you still with Mrs. Howard?”
“No. I got a better job. Now I’m making pasta in the kitchen of a tavern.MoreLess
A young woman appeared at the window – Maria... from Mrs. Howard’s sweatshop. “I came by to visit you, and your brother told me you have a sick bambina,” she explained, climbing out onto tie escape.
“It’s true. I don’t know what to do for her,” Bertie said fretfully. “I’m glad to see you, anyway. Are you still with Mrs. Howard?”
“No. I got a better job. Now I’m making pasta in the kitchen of a tavern.MoreLess
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