It had been a week since the letter, and some of the money was burning a hole in her reticule. She bit her lip as the temptation of a lovely new gown would boost her spirits greatly. However, she was starting to tire rather quickly of late... and her menses, well... they were late. Joe didn't know it yet, but she was beginning to suspect that she would need to wait for a moment before she had a fine new dress made. She backed away from the shop window, deciding to put off the new clothing until she knew she was, for sure and certainly pregnant. The prospect of it made her feel hopeful, for she knew that her child would not want if she took the offer for work.

There was much to be discussed by the family still, it was an opportunity that was certainly hard to pass up... but a whole year's worth of wages settled neatly in her reticule and she was about to open her own bank account for the very first time. Joe knew of the funds but work for him was very hectic, and he looked so worn out that she had let him sleep. Besides, people would leave her be, would they not? She was no longer desired company. Even now, she ignored the stares of the blueblooded folk who knew her family. She knew the poor folk would appreciate her coin, at least, so she wasn't worried about being turned away from vendors or bankers. Problem was, with bankers, it was not easy to be a woman.

She sighed and then the smell of something hit her. Her eyes widened, and she found some... corner to lose the porridge she'd eaten for breakfast. Oh... Well... that answered that question. She gave herself time to relax from the spasms, then pulled away from the building the mess at the base of the wall. She sighed and kind of just... ambled along until she found a place to sit, which wasn't easy at the moment. The smell of the marketplace was much too overwhelming, and she needed respite. She ducked into the public house closest to her.