Finally, telling the truth
“Fine,” Michael finally whispered, his voice trembling. “I’ll tell you, but please… leave my colleagues out of this. Their lives are already a mess. They don’t need any more trouble.” Jack nodded reassuringly. “I promise, your colleagues will never know you were even here,” he said. Little did Michael know, the authorities had no record of their addresses anyway, which gave him some comfort.
Finally, Telling The Truth
Selling clothes
Michael took a deep breath before explaining. “What I said before is true,” he began cautiously. “We do sell clothes—but they’re donated clothes. It’s unethical, and maybe even wrong, but this job is the only one that paid me enough to take care of my sick and uninsured mother. She’s almost ninety-five, and I can’t just let her die.” His words were heavy with desperation and love, revealing the deep personal reasons behind his otherwise mysterious routine.
Selling Clothes
