Unless Delia Frieman returns to her old profession.
After all.
That line of work brings in money fast.
Upon thinking about this, Rachel Barton frowns slightly.
They are in need of money now, but that doesn't mean she accepts any money.
At this moment.
There is a knocking sound in the air.
"I'll get the door." Dolores Frieman wipes her hands on her apron and hurries to open the door.
It's Delia Frieman.
"Big sister."
"Delia is back."
Delia carries several shopping bags in her hands, smiling as she walks in, "Big sister, isn't Rachel coming back today?"
"Hmm." Dolores Frieman nods, "She just got home. Only ten days of military training, and she's become much darker."
"Rachel!"
Delia walks inside.
Rachel smiles and comes over, "Second sister."
Delia asks, "Rachel, was the military training tiring?"
"It's alright, not very tiring." Rachel replies.