Anne stared down at the parchment, not sure of what to think. These past few weeks of not working, while sad because she missed Rosmerta, had been liberating for her. She had never wanted to be a prostitute, and it disgusted her that she sold her body. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do for money if she quit, but anything had to be better than selling herself. She knew her neighbor Owen needed help at the post office. He'd always asked her to come and work for him...
Mr. Bletchley,
I've thought about this a lot in the past few weeks, and I've decided that I need to get out of that environment. I hate the way it makes me feel working upstairs, and since I've been offered another position in a more respectable field, I must now respectfully decline your offer to come back to work on Saturday.