When you arrive at the mill, everyone avoids your eyes. The foreman approaches you and he has that small smile on his face that means nothing good.
"You're falling behind, Monroe. I've been watching you."
His eyes flicker over you and you feel filthy.
"You need to work a lot harder if you want to keep this job."
You cannot lose this job. What will your children do then?
His voice drops to a whisper. "Unless we can come to an arrangement?"
What do you do?