"Why is she giving you money ?" Sebastian asked Rochelle.
"I borrow a few dollars for bus fare to get around." Nachine said removing her clothes.
"Woman, she's the last person you want to borrow money from," Sebastian said going into the manager's office. "She worries you to the bitter end for her money back but won't pay a dime of yours back." Turning in his chair laughing, he checked out Nachine as she slid into her uniform.
"No that's why mom believes you're unimportant," Rochelle said.
"Your mama told you some crap like that?"
"No," Rochelle said. "I over heard you and mama through the wall after you rolled off."
"Get up front," Sebastian said. "It's getting time for me to move on from Delores."
"Hurry up," Rochelle said.
"No man keeps being disrespected ," Sebastian said.
Nachine knew his threats were fallen short. Rochelle reminded her of her dead daughter Zetta. She gnawed at men and wanted more money than anyone else had. She winked at Sebastian and went to the front of the restaurant where Rochelle instructed her to turn on the water to fill the food cave. This was new to Nachine. Her old job consisted of babysitting .
"It's a water bath to keep the food hot," Rochelle said, placing steel pans securely over the water.
Earlier Rochelle had placed red buckets filled with sanitizer water on the floor near the cash registrar and near the trash bins. Pink rags hung on the side. The mop pail had muddy water without a mop. Nachine would avoid mopping and trash dumping since it meant cleaning up behind others.
"Clean the outside glass." Rochelle said. "Come on, do something."
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