10 more minutes not more. They never showed up in time. Not the only thing she disliked.
It gave her time to wonder how all this had started. Yes, the money was good. Too good. The only reason she didn’t stop. Or was it?
The first time it wasn’t really something she set out to do. There was an opportunity. It had cried and just to calm it down she lifted it out of the stroller. The noises stopped. Somehow she started walking. Five short exciting seconds later she was around the corner.
It took a while before she realized what just happened. There was no plan. Her car was not far. She put some pieces of laundry in the foot room of the passenger row and placed it, now crying again, gently there.
She remembered the messages she had seen when she bought party drugs for her cousin Luiza. Luckily nobody would notice something strange about her when she carried an oversized armful of clothes into her house.
Was that them? A dust cloud on the horizon announced the arrival of a 4×4. She hoped.
Occasionally she had doubts about what she was doing. The money was amazing. It also was exciting and interesting to look for opportunities. She had quit her job in the nail salon. She no longer needed the money and it took her time to drive to different
towns, look for opportunities. She told herself that she just filled the gaps that the bureaucracies of the adoption system would leave.
What would happen once she had made the trade was never something she thought about much. She rather thought about what she would do with the money.
Yes. It was them. In 10 minutes ti would all be over and she could do what she wanted again. She didn’t have any more diapers either, and they get so annoying when they their own feces give them discomfort. One of these aspects of her job that convinced her further never
to have kids herself. Besides, you never know if not somebody would steal it.