35: A PROPOSAL

The nights had slowly begun to turn cold and the air was dry as winter was slowly moving in, Alvira walked home dressed in a padded jacket, pants, and winter boots. She rubbed her palms together as she walked and blew into them in an attempt to warm them up and ease the freezing feeling she felt on her bare hands. She then tucked it into the pockets of her padded jacket.

Today was a search in futility just like every other day, she couldn't find a job, not even a quick hourly one as an emergency substitute. It seemed as if every other person was holding on to their job as tightly as they could for the fear of losing it.

She saw her house in sight and she sighed in relief as she imagined the warmth she would meet there and the possibility of a hot dinner or probably a hot coffee waiting for her.

After her father's death, her mother's shifts at the hotel changed from night to day time and so she was always available at night to prepare dinner, which made things a little easier for A