Snippet #1902883

((I won't be on for the entire weekend, but I'll be back Monday night. Off to the beach :))

Jay half laughed, half snorted at Tess's question of being married. Of course she wasn't married. What man in his right mind would want a girl like herself to support? Jay held both of her hands and wiggled her fingers around. There were six rings on her left hand and seven on her right and numerous bracelets jangled as her hands moved. "Nah." Jay laughed and then continued, "None of these are wedding rings." Jay sighed and placed her hands back at her side. "Yeah, I live with my adoptive mother. She used to be a cook when she took me and my brother in, but then she got sick. Dancin' may make me a lot of gold, but it's enough. My brother pays part of the bills, but it's mostly jus' me, her, and the left o'er money from 'er restaurant." Jay was about to add the money that she got for private dances, but stopped herself before she said anything of it. Jay sighed before looking up at the girl with a small smile. She didn't want this girl or anyone for that matter pitying her. "I can't feel sorry for myself though. There are too many people who got it worse than I do." She gave a small chuckle and silently asked herself why she was telling this girl anything about herself.