Faith had her own reasons for wanting to keep the job. Things she hardly talked about, even though she thought about them often.
"I mean, those girls are gonna be whores whether I stay or I go. Someone else'll probably just take over. Smack 'em around and shit. Let 'em do drugs." Faith mused outloud, mostly to herself. "Least I'd be nicer than most."
Wouldn't say, accidentally beat them to death in the backseat of a Lincoln Towncar and leave them there for the cops to find, she couldn't help but think wryly. She'd never even gone to her mother's funeral, never even seen the grave site where she was buried. Suddenly Faith thought she might finally be able to make it right.
"I didn't look in the closet but I'd look hot in a fur coat and a pimp cane, don't ya think?" She finally let her customary wide grin spread over her face, feeling more at ease by the minute here in Solvei's apartment.