Fired

Wandering down the street, flipping people off, Giovanni neared her house. Her dress hung askew off of her shoulder and one of her shoes had fallen off on the train. She bit her lip and felt for her keys. She knew what was waiting for her inside. Her mother would be sitting at that table, waiting, hopefully without the lit cigarette precariously dangling from her lips. Her sister and daughter would be asleep in the full mattress that they barely could afford. It would be the last night they had a bed. Tomorrow, they have to would move into shelter.